I hear you loud and clear. 
You don't want to be found. 
You confuse me with those words.
Why else would you 
make your presence known?
You've spent half a decade
watching in the distance.
Did you know that I could feel,
those jewels lingering on me? 
I've never seen anything,
other than your eyes;
under that cloak you wear. 
Not quite emerald,
but not quite jade.
You exist in the memories,
that have done all but fade. 
I don't know who you are,
I don't know why you're there.
I know not why you came.
I should be scared,
the goose flesh makes that crystal.
But somehow, 
Only my stomach turns at the thought. 
Call me stupid.
Call me naive. 
I never learn,
Can't you see?
You've watched me repent,
just to watch me repeat;
The same old mistakes.
Are you a protector? 
A goddess? Maybe the fae? 
Or are you a demon? 
Questions that have answers,
That it seems I'll never know.
Why did you bring about
the reoccuring nightmares?
Tell me what it is,
I've done to you. 
I remember not.
I can only recall,
you in that meadow.
Hidden between the trees,
Surrounded by all the wild flowers.
Veiled behind your cloak. 
I wasn't aware that it
was a memory.
Certain that,
It was another silly daydream. 
Until I heard that tone,
And I suffered once more.