Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Kiss of the Ghost

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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