There are these moments


    in the empty stillness


    when all that you are


    seems unreal,


    and frail,


    as like to vanish


    as the morning mist.


    Have I carved a piece of you


    from the loneliness


    of my heart?


    Or do you live and breathe,


    as I see, a vision of glory,


    separate from the hollows


    in my soul?


    The fading reflection


    of hope


    smiles at me


    out of the corner of my eye


    but when I turn,


    it''s already gone.


    This is my nightmare:


    joy and beauty,


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    I have painted


    a picture of a castle


    in the sky that you can see


    when winter is here,


    watched over by the light


    of distant stars.


    Perhaps you''ll come back


    if you see this:


    a palace of starlight,


    fading into the mist.


    Stand with me


    beneath the glow of those


    far-flung, fading dreams,


    and gaze in wonder


    at true ephemera


    breathing in the rays of


    a cold radiance,


    the light of distant suns


    that may already be dead.


    So slip your hand into mine


    that we may be assured


    of something real


    as we stand beneath


    the fading sky


    when midnight comes.