I yearn for your company on this still, lonely night With nothing beyond the sill but the fell turn of time, And silence responds in kind to my sad, silent plight: Confusing our bonding further than where friendship might. But mine, to be ever loam that’s unplowed, cherishing The signs of a day endowed with a hope; trusting in The dream that for now is only a mere pantomime, But how the design uplifts me with love here in rhyme!