Wonder wells with dreams in my watery eyes.
A touch, a wrinkle, a smirk.
All feeling was forgotten until the bright-eyed phantom came...
We press our gaze through blurry windows
For arcane sky and moving planes.
Escaping in its soft, but brilliant light
We light it up and live to love and wisp away like paper.
Illusive. Transient as feather.
Like birds who fly and fly from place to place
With sweeping grace to spiraling down
We lit it up and lived for love and sang a lovely song,
Dreaming.
Waking to a hollow sound.
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