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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  dancing out of reach.

  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.