Hidden paths.

Who would love such a ghostly face, I see in stillness his mortal breath
and in my mind, kissed countless times, the tears he weep as death

He never sleeps, but his body Lay's, in memory of our love in land
and so
I love him ghostly and all 
His face, his body
And hand

Some days I play with shadows, I watch them walk my side
And in my thoughts imagine, as though I am his bride

Some days the sun outshines the darkness
And I search for hidden paths to hold

He still lights up my insides, never leaves 
​​​​​​me cold

To love a ghost I say is easy, when his beautiful eyes pierced my very soul

The Love I have resides here in this place that keeps us whole.