The ghost is taking
form, beginning to see clearly
I think that she's
aware of my presence beside her
I know she's waiting for
someone, I want to be that person
she cannot see me
now but there is time enough
I will wait by the
river
gathering up the sunlight
watching snow-melt waters
flow
waiting to see a reflection
well, I tried to kiss
her, but my lips brushed only air
she felt a cold
shiver, so much heat I cannot transfer
I passed through a
window, but I cannot follow farther
she's going home
now, but she'll be here tomorrow
the Eidolon has come
alive
we begin to spin and rise
perichoresis
ties
abiding our lover's eyes
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