Chances

[Lily]

I looked into your eyes
and see the stars
burning quietly
in a midnight sky
and I was humbled.

What hope did I have
to rein a winged dragon
dancing on a distant cloud
chasing the maiden moon
as she scatters her delicate veils
of luminous dust
on the sleeping earth below?

What hope have I
disfigured and alone
who cannot speak
and dare not feel?
You will not hear the silent voice
that clamors in a trembling heart
You will not see the woman imprisoned
by the shackles of her soul
You will not know
me.

I leave you now
lift your voice to the wind
run free
brave spirit
We never meet again
but I have looked into your eyes
and glimpsed the stars.