Her crystal eyed phantom
walks between raindrops
and traces the starlight
from inside her walls.
Upon autumn zephyrs, his robes softly jostle
as he steps through the mirror to answer her calls.

It seemed like only yesterday
that the strings lulled their haunted roundelay.

Her sleepwalking specter
suspended in silence,
repeating the passage
of those he’s forsaken.
In moonlit corridors, he scribbles old verses
while quietly waiting for her to awaken.

It felt like a dreamer’s serenade
slipped through her filtered window shade.



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