Through the glass

Thy moment of believing
sets between stars
in that where thee I
am unsure of fills my heart
was I dreaming or did
your heart follow as
through glass upon me
if it was thee or maybe
a dream yet I am surely
fond of thy soul carrying
stars these thoughts
sound flowing through
unto me oh why shall
one create such feelings
that cause such chastisement
to caress with wonder
to bare this sentiment
of that which has become
a silent entity