We're in for a good time, or for time that doesn't leave you behind

That's what we do, how we live, restlessly chasing the single instant of a word,
the sounds, the chords, the tones of a person's voice like waves shattering a fjord,
to forget, to remember, to never lose trace,
hiding in a shadow, longing for the spotlight of a warm embrace
we do silently wait, nor room for despair, for magic to be wonderfully performed, to be cast in the air,
we wait for lights and colours, and golden streaks,
and touches and sights nigh, and words that can't come, far peaks,
and everyday we hope, we weave shiny dreams for us to live,
fabulous cloth and cherished silk and a one minute leave,
but we don't forget, we can't, we dare not,
a love we live that's more precious than gold
its fibers so thin, wonder tied in a knot,
not a thread to escape or to leave, ever so bold.

And your dark and sweet eyes they do cleave every inch of my life
and your careless sight is but my soul's most cruel knife.
Yet I adore, and in shadow I hope,
that words may once come, and confess it all.