I only experience you
In the abstract, my dear
An idea, whose time
Has not yet arrive
The ghost of a future perfect
I let you haunt my every day
Rattling the chains of contentment
You bring a banshees tears
To tomorrow's past
And oh, how I want to possess you
To touch and enfold you
But the present
Cannot touch the places
That tomorrow occupies
So my timid touch
Passes through you
Without any notice
I sleep alone and whisper
Gefillednys