Wavering Lust

Words that are unspoken
A drop of dew flowing on the window pane
A shattered smile, of incomprehensible sentiment
The savor that would make things sane
My sanity flows out on a voyage
And numbness rages inside
The flame is fizzled
As a whisker in the wavering night sound
Reaching to hear the whispery hum
A thousand distance miles away
My hearing fails
And wandering am I living wondering
For when our fingertips will touch
A tiny lingering star shall shine as the splendid sun