I stand here in the mists of uncertainty
Fierce in fidelity, firm in my affection
And unsure if I am alone in this place

I watch every wisp in empty air
Making solid hopes of shifting shapes
Ignoring shadowy doubts thick upon the ground

Believing that every new second
Holds your voice calling for me
And every next glance meets yours

Yet you remain ephemeral
And I'm left spinning in the obfuscation
Hearing echos and seeing ghosts