Thin and small, yet well defended
She knew her presence made a difference
No matter that they never talked to her
A muse, sweet siren singing in the night
She is so real.
Drowning images of great emotive
Sensuous, yet innocent
Tender touch of fingertips upon his velvet lips
Desperate, and yet surreal
This healing she offers him.
He watched her fade into each
E'en as he locked the door on living memories
Barrier in place, it's time to meet
The outer world again
Out where the wind blew
Visionary images away
Now he hears her whispering
Telling him he must transcend
Yet just this one division.
A dream come true - that's
What she needs to be
Sorrow dwells within this
He writes in order to console her there
Almost real, but never quite
Paper, ink, a hand, the words
then out of sight again...
? Michaelette ?
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