Sonnet - To Love a Specter
To kiss so lovingly the morning mist
And watch intently shadows of the flame
To know the way the moon and the sun kissed
Is to meet the eyes of he with no name
And see within those worlds a fervent need
For souls, false souls, to fall, to crush, to gasp
That flashes in the back of but one greed
But is there not when it one tries to grasp
And like the asp that bites with a stinging pain
For what love could wear both a cloak and mask
And grow wings neither lovely nor mundane
Loving spectres is a Sisyphean task
For love is purest when it hits its mark
And lights great warmth in Hades dark.
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