We walk so close, yet worlds apart we stay,
Like wandering stars that grace a fractured sky.
I see your shadow in the light of day,
But Fate forbids that you and I draw nigh.
Like parallel decrees that ancient laws have made,
To run forever, yet to never meet;
Our path in silent sorrow is displayed,
Upon a road of exile, bitter-sweet.
Why did the heavens grant our eyes to gaze,
If touching hands remains a sin to bear?
We are the lovers of a ghostly maze,
Lost in the anguish of a silent prayer.
Farewell, bright star, beyond my mortal reach,
Written in books where weeping angels dwell.
This tragic love, essentially, shall teach
The sacred beauty of a long farewell.
Echoing the melancholic beauty of the Victorian era, this piece captures the exquisite pain of unfulfilled longing. It serves as a testament to the endurance of the spirit, finding holiness in the very distance that separates two kindred souls.
