I ponder


Do you exist

At all...?

Have I created you?
At some point did my imaginings become reality?

Or do you actually take walks down to the seaside
Do you throw stones out past the breakers where the water is deep and dark
               or  was that I dream I had once last October



I fear reaching out to touch
Then I will learn the truth
Will my fingers find warm flesh
Or pass through a shadow of my own invention

                                                      ­        In truth it does not matter...for if you are a ghost I am quite happy                       to be forever haunted
                                                         ­   but if  you are flesh and bone let me lie next to you and spend a while feeling your heart beat beneath my finger tips

Eyes that glow amber
A vision in September

         Lovely Shade, I am captured eternal in your phantasm