A phantom dwells
Within my heart
Graceful, beautiful, yet haunting.
Long has the spirit lingered near mine
Distant, yet ever close.
Brown haired and blued eyed
Never failing to steal my breath.
A feeling now
A hope, it draws closer.
How long does our journey stretch?
I find myself
Looking back.
Do you recall the same?
Youthful affection
Of hopping socks
An imitation of romance
Yet somehow real.
Bouncing castles
Sometimes travels.
Never a second gone forgotten.
Does the spirit remember
I wonder
The gift in which I saw its eyes?
Years pass
Bodies flourish
Courage found,
Voice shouted.
Yet my phantom stood apart
Looming nearer another.
Never drifting far.
A twist of fate,
Hearts drawn closer.
The past’s imitation a fresh burst of rhythm.
A long night,
Words exchanged.
The phantoms touch feels ever real.
Yet the night is soon forgotten.
How long since then,
A decade? More?
I thought your trail had vanished.
Yet at the most
Strangest bends
That familiar presence
Drew close again.
Would you stay
Your touch made real?
You disappear before I find my words.
For over twenty years
My heart has sought you.
You’re nearer now than the times before…
…Dare I hope?
Rampant Swan 