Your image haunts my dreams: a lovely girl gazing at stars, and I gaze back. — Sarah J. Maas
You’re haunting me still Calling from the hill,
I follow the sound
Turn down the path
Only to find you gone.
I’m unsure What secrets you bear;
You beckon And I follow Only to discover But you’re not there.
I wish you could speak And tell me what you seek,
Our times are misaligned— I’m forever ahead Or falling behind.
There's some business
Between us
But I’m unsure
No matter what I try You remain aloof
But in late afternoon When shadows are long I see you waiting still…
Beckoning to me from the top of the hill
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