I see you in the same light of ghosts –
in shadows, against walls
the little bricks that falter as I walk

you are more than meets the eye,
because I barely even see you.

I cannot touch you
or you will evaporate, like water
like a wave that washes away dawn.

Each morning is a phantom,
nothing to be held within my arms.

I see you in the same light of ghosts –
the shivering image I take
in my head, a dream I have made.