She dances into silence,

and beckons me to stand as a man.

And no lullabies are there to stop it,

And I vainly shroud myself in the old woolen quilt.

She reaches her icy hand out to me,

and I recoil in my fear.

She touches me just so gently there,

on my shoulder, and I shiver with fright.

I tremble as I open my eyes to her.

So I am disquieted by my unknowing.

Until that moment that our eyes met.

Such a gentle phantom, and her gaze like an embrace.

Just what manner of wraith is this?

My ghostly beauty lifts me from my gravitational manicles,

and bears me upon her breast.

Her frigid hands become warm in the night,

and she draws me out of my window, off the balcony.

High up into the autumn air

to soar above the clouds of my imagination.

There we soar in enchanted fancy

Over rooftops and smoking chimneys

out into the quilt of the darkness

into the starland of October night.

She sings eerie calls, that make me in such a way,

as to speak ancient tongues from times strange and forgotten

Oriented to these frequencies human ears cannot but fear.

But these had made for me such sweet a sound

that I am haunted forever by her melody.

I powerless to stop such exaltation.

and I fall helplessly under the spell of the night.

What ecstacy looms in this freedom,

free from fear,

and free to hear

ghostly music.

A specter of beauty flying on high

carrying a dreaming man

like a lullaby

Soaring above reality

and escaping mortal bonds

Who is she? What was she in life?

This girl that is my phantom wife.

We arrive at no conclusion,

no static place.

And then I awoke,

still feeling her warmth on my face.

From out of my bed I arose

With the golden sun risen, I greet the day.

But her footprints are still there...by the red chair.

And this I must say...