There was a creature in the fire warmed by it, as if it had a magestic light. 
an almost angel essases. a frog burped in the night. a twilight moody moon.  a gust of wind so chill, as if even the heavens knew nil. 
i stood in every every window pane unable to call out your name. i stood in every shadow across the plains. i wondered on wandering endlessly calling out your name. nowhere i went you were found, ever dreadful of roaming on never knowing if someone new your name. 
angry as the tides my crys could be heard overhead and even in the sea as even the angels fell abide. but nowhere could you be found, and so my loss was even more profound.  even so i could not lie down. 
i anchored for ages never seeing the page, where your face had a wonder, and last seen before the stage. i roamed as if lost in a tangle, as if a gone in a draft. i knew not the tangle and the people behind the glass. i stood sometimes as still as a tree and others as faultrying in stance as thee. i knew not of your tomb affair, but forsaw the willing there. i waged on more determined now, even though all carried a frown. i knew of love's lost winter dove and i saw the end for me, but i carried on for not a thousand memories. 
a page turned towards the end, a death no more or less a friend. a loss just like the end. even in death i could not find that love that love greatly abides. i knew not of your status, i knew not of your shame, i only knew of starcrossed lovers pain.  i love thee many, but love thee few cause in the end they all amount to you.   sadi vu shae.  i love you still, today.