Amber Honey It had been a long time since I could look int…

Amber Honey

It had been a long time
since I could look
into your face, your eyes,
while mine hid
behind the opaque shelter of darkened glass.

I had the privilege of meeting
your gaze: luminous, serene,
a spark suspended
in the eternal abyss of a single instant.

I wanted to hold you,
but I couldn’t.
Not because I didn’t want to —
how deeply I longed for it! —
but because the moment vanished,
like a dream dissolved by dawn.

I was happy to see you,
happy that you didn’t turn away
from my hesitant gaze,
which tried to cling
to the spark of the impossible.

The silence between us trembled,
like a distant echo of what we were,
like an ethereal shadow
of what we will never be.
Your eyes were shining,
beacons piercing the mist,
while my soul drifted, lost,
in the labyrinth of the unattainable.

And though our hands never touched,
an embrace remained suspended between us,
so close, yet so far,
as if time had stitched its eternity,
leaving an invisible trace,
a faint whisper
lost in the breeze of what no longer is.