It wasn’t the morning that came,

nor the night that slipped from the sky,

but somewhere

between dreams

and my waking,

some other dimension

passed by.

 

It wasn’t an absence or presence,

nor the things with the traces of you,

but somewhere

between light

and moons crescent,

a ghost of you came

shining through.

 

It must have been something you left,

some intangible force of the heart,

which could never be snuffed

or bereft,

that no

earthly bound force

keep apart.

 

It must have been something you gave me,

a secret or code buried deep,

that somehow

could reach out

and touch me,

in a world where our love

doesn’t sleep.