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Trachmyr -> Phantom Lover (3/7/2005 9:09:16 PM)
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Into my empty home, sweet with the sound of regret unknown.
Living with these shadows, flitting just beyond my sight;
A smile, a face, just out of reach, just out of place;
Cloaked in their darkness, for they fright at the touch of light.
Never had I thought them real, never did they quite appeal,
I am not so broken to find comfort in these shades.
But now my phantom has a voice her own, and soulful tone;
And I can feel her ghostly hands reach out to me, then fade.
A gentle whisper in my ear, calming and inciting fear.
A softly given expression, a caress tempting embrace;
Her presence moving within my soul, assuring me I could be whole.
My dreams come alive and my heart does race.
Yet though I desire it such, I do not risk to dare to touch;
For my lovely phantom, who’s breath I now breathe,
May slip from my grasp, everything lost through this simple task;
And never again know the depths to which my passion may seethe.
~ M. Morgan, dedicated to that lovely voice within my head.
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