Darling shadow, the moon still gleams of you
Each tick of midnight pirouette sketches with mournful hues,
Yet faint touches remind me; not all is unlost
I inhale your absence, letting it gracefully swirl..
Between trembling fingertips, I compose the music
Of a feeling that dwells nowhere but dances, everywhere
Awaiting like phantoms behind ceilings of night skies.
Your whispers linger at the haunting cusp,
Echoed traipse after traipse, they borrow fingerprints of echoes,
Filling archways with visions, invoking the presence
Of spirits entwined and love reborn beyond form.
Even specters dance; a dream vanished, vibrant in the dark