You emerged in my cosmos,  
a lucid dream;
akin to a fantasy from times long ago.
Those whispering lips who grace my skin,
your eye,
such radiance,
like candlelit rooms…

Am I still asleep?
Will wake up and weep
for the tangible faery I’m desperate to keep..?

If I am a ghost, and you are a dream,
let us haunt one another where others can’t see.

Lovers designed
as if planets aligned…
We will dance through penumbrae with fingers entwined.