Unsaid Whispers

Do you know how the hues of my dreams
Tinted by your wisdom, lay abandoned and silent
Do you know what, quietly, makes me violent
Consumed by your shade, I die small perennial deaths
Do you know what colors mean to an empty canvas
All that it can be, all that it will be
Do you know what the clouds mean to the earth
A hope to paint its destiny
And that's how much you mean to me
Like the vapor, I wish to pervade you
Cannot break the vacuum around you
Like the music, I want to invade you
Yet be the silence that surrounds you
Tell me, will my reverie ever meet your reality
When will this wait end
It seems to last an eternity