through the floating whispers in winter’s coldest night winds
when I graze the soft skin of your cheek as you sleep,
the smile curving lips as you dream will be me.
Silently reaching and pulling the blanket
over your warm tired frame,
smoothing away locks of hair
that have fallen over your face,
eyes opening to find mine.
Asking the misty shape hovering over you,
where have I been drifting in this cold gulf of time
while you’ve been aching to move on,
to find a way to remember the gifts we gave
without feeling the pain of being pulled apart.
I’ll always try to answer,
but my voice chills air and cracks walls,
seeps through the fabrics clinging to your skin
and evaporates my form before you hear a sound.
I’ll always silently answer you through floating whispers
that smooth away the dark phantoms stalking your sleep,
shape every dream that fills you with love again,
if not for me, then for you to at least fall
so completely once more.
So you no longer ask where the misty shape
hovering over you has gone to,
so your eyes find mine and finally know,
the gulf of time between flesh and spirits
isn’t as vast as you once believed.
And you can turn this ache to move on
into a gift you can shape with who you’ll one day meet,
when learning to love again without feeling pain
seep through your warm tired frame at night.
I’ll always answer you,
even when my form evaporates,
even if I have to go for now,
you’ll smile when feeling me through air.
