Wandering under sighs of shadows,

                    in this dark and dreary night,

searching through the void of space,

                    for an outline of your face.

Knowing that your eyes are watching,

                    though they're undefined,

staring sharply without seeing,

                    to the labrinythe of my being.

As you touch me without feeling,

                   I can sense you're here,

How I wish there was an ending,

                   to this empty dream descending.