I yearn for your company on this still, lonely night

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!