In silence, we drift, a sea grown cold, No harbor for warmth where once love rolled. I cry to the stars, in night's endless sweep, A heart's lonely vigil as I fall asleep. What are we doing, this dance of despair, When your eyes shift away, void of care? You ask for my all, a relentless tide, While I long for the solace your arms once supplied. Your anger, it flares at the flicker of dust, Blind to my love that's turned into rust. I'm a ghost in a shell, where your gaze turns away, In shadows of love that you let decay. I'm weary of being a ship run aground, Where no echoes of gratitude are ever found. A heart made of flesh, not a stone for your use, Desires tender embrace, not years of abuse. In the quiet I wonder, alone in this night, Is love just a flicker, a brief, fading light? Or can it recover, find strength to renew, When all I've ever asked for was warmth that was true?