• Like the moon that parts the clouds every night
    She comes to me again
    The one that haunts my mind
    The one I cannot find

    With a voice like glass
    and tasseled hair
    With eyes that are longing
    and sing of despair

    The mists clear
    The ravens cry
    My heart erodes
    and she is here

    Whispering lullabies that leave me speechless.
    Running her hands across my cheek
    fragile, so pale.

    Our loves are one
    ours souls are free

    She disappears
    Never to be