Unspoken

Like a baby unable to speak, Helplessly crying for what it needs, So I cry for a harvest not granted, I cry for the unplanted seeds Held captive by invisible bars, I observed Love running wild and free, More than once, I offered my hand to hold, But Love marched on..... ignoring me Even the flowers are gently held In the arms of the sun and the soil, Yet I struggle to survive without Love, Wearied by this burdensome toil While words of Love remained unspoken, The evening's shadows lengthened fast, Though my heart languished, Love remained aloof, Now night has come..... my day is past