Ghost

I am a shadow in the moonlight, cast adrift on midnight seas, Haunted by your distant whispers, lost among the ancient trees. Your light, it lingers in the twilight, a beacon I can never reach, I’m the sinner at the altar, praying words I cannot preach. Oh, love, your touch is sacred, a grace I don't deserve, I am the ghost within the darkness, the tremor in your nerve. In the silence, I will worship, though I cannot hold you near, For your love's a hymn unspoken, sung by hearts that know no fear. You are the dawn that breaks the silence, A whisper loud and clear, A solace in the storm’s embrace, a mother to a child. Yet I, a broken vessel drifting, scarred by tempests of my past, Can only gaze upon your splendor, knowing it cannot last. Oh, love, your touch is sacred, a grace I don't deserve, I am the ghost within the darkness, the tremor in your nerve. In the silence, I will worship, though I cannot hold you near, For your love's a hymn unspoken, sung by hearts that know no fear. I’ll be the echo in your laughter, the tear upon your cheek, The silent vow within the shadows, the words you’ll never speak. For you are made of light and wonder, a song that angels sing, While I am but a fleeting whisper, lost beneath a raven's wing. Oh, love, your touch is sacred, a grace I don't deserve, I am the ghost within the darkness, the tremor in your nerve. In the silence, I will worship, though I cannot hold you near, For your love's a hymn unspoken, sung by hearts that know no fear. So I'll remain a distant shadow, a phantom in your dreams, Watching over you in silence, though impossible it seems. For I am bound by chains of sorrow, a penance I must bear, Loving you from untold distances, with a love beyond compare.