The words formed in my mind's eye,
One aligning with another in perfect fluidity.
A perfect poem stretching across emotional valleys,
Bridging the ravines of separated feelings and thoughts.

Washing through my head as water through fabric.
Forever lost, forever gone, is this ghost poem.
I was too late in writing it all down,
Only a shadow in my mind is left.

We lay beneath the sky
And make our
own constellations
Shaping the world
The way that we
Wish it could be