The fallen of your ghost

Your forewarning voice,
Odd melody,
Kept back coming for me,
Creating a void
Between magic and thoughts.

Your watering eyes,
Ethereal spheres,
Held in reserve to me,
Destroying a word,
Underneath all skins, all souls.

Your engaging absence,
Eternal space,
Kept back eating me,
Nurturing a seed,
Above lacks and qualms.

The fallen of your ghost,
Timing the past,
Echoing some lost.

The raise of your truth,
Overbearing mirrors,
Which I thank, swear do;
Yet, the pain stayed with me,
swallowing my core.

How far is the end of the world?
If the distance between two psyches,
Is still further more,
way further more;

Yet my dear,
The broken crystal of this,
your dolphin,
Has yet not shattered my Peace,
nor my love…

mizpah