Prisoner of words unsaid..

We sat there last night,

Spread against the sky.

Somewhere in perfect patterns,

Having a chat about life,

As we knew it was.

We could understand some things;

And some we could not,

But it was beautiful all the same.

The mountains told us stories,

Through its dancing reflections.

There was something about that night,

Two tiny lights were,

traveling in tandem through a vast darkness.

The moon shone,

There were stories to be told,

Secrets to be whispered.

There in the woods,

Memories were made and words were spoken.

Standing there in the night,

He told her to pose for him,

To let him colour her soul.

She has not come back since.

The blue lake, the green leaves,

the firefly,

Won't say a word,

And there she remained,

Prisoner of words unsaid....