I am lost for the words to remind me
I have tried a hundred times
to convince myself that you were there
that you appeared that day
between the sky and the stones
between the sun and the snow
that you exist somewhere beyond my minds eye
that you were not some holy vision of my own creation
that somewhere you breathe

I do not have a name for your beauty
I do not know what to call your face

that morning in the cold
I turned away from you
in an attempt to deny your beauty
but better I had ignored the sun
or asked the sky to fall

that moment
when I saw you
everything fell away into nothingness
there was only you
and my heartbeat
in a forever-world
all of white

now you have become a ghost
a silent angel of the night
some cold phantom of my dreams
who leaves me with little come the dawn
save the haunting image of your face:
dark eyes, darker hair,
and a smile that shamed the sun.

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