Someone who falls in love knows they’ll run,
Only to realize they’ll never touch the ground,
And once beneath the great moon, they fear,
For the idea of being intangible is clear.

Can you see me now beside you?
Can you feel me when I asked for you?

Chained to the beyond, my eyes yearn from here,
Being immortal, falling for someone made of crystal so clear.
If at the end of all suffering you wish to pass this portal,
On the other side, you’ll see the great sun shine, my mortal love eternal.

Your nights are short and cold,
Mine from this plane are endless, in melodies bold,
From the abyss so calm, I watch, and sometimes,
Just sometimes, I manifest in rhymes.

Can you hear my sweet paraphony?
Can you accept this heresy?

Seeing your face from the called paradise,
An act as captivating as the grandest spell’s device.
In the great tree I’ll show you soon,
We are beings so different, you laugh, and I remain without tune.

Can intangibility fall for what dust is, and its perceptibility?
In this endless cycle, it’s only me and you, with my beautiful ghostly love.

And just at midnight, before sleep arrives,
You had a vision with me alive,
That night, it was I using my energy to move,
You were my mission, my love, my proof.

For I, who no longer ages,
Am just water without movement, in these stages,
But I’m captivated to the extreme by you seeing,
All that you love and all that you’re being.

From the plane, with hands of air,
I’ll embrace you, with love so rare.