This shadow haunts him, ever beyond his reach.
The halo of light rests across her silhouette, caresses
her with the tenderness of a lover, and yet it casts her
shadow longer, larger, darker. Casts it deep within his
mind where the light cannot reach and --

and though she is a stranger,
he swears he knows her.

This foreign yet familiar shadow, this distant dream, the
ever distant love that he seeks but cannot reach. Ah,
so this, he knows, is to know defeat, to know pain. It
is to see something, someone, so needed yet so
untouchable, to tear his soul asunder. To know, to want,
to yearn, to seek, to fight: to be denied.

the cry of pain tears from his
throat, the roar of declaration

one day I will reach you