Sooth

Like a ghost, you rise above me
Hair falling to your breast
And there I place my head
Only to hear the murmur of your inner workings
Proof that you are real to me

Like a stream you flow about me
A reverie of ancient love
And there I set my heart
Only to hear the whisper of your melancholy
Proof that you are not a dream

Like a mist you fall upon me
Gently swirl into my blood
And there I feel your touch
Only to hear the whirring of the sweet enchantment
Proof that you and I are we