I shared with myself this moment
It was from a good while ago
A subtle and serene evening
With a larger than life echo
The echo is not of loss
Neither of a frightful bore
It is a place without a place
Which did exist, but not now no more
I might almost reach out to enter
At least to feel the magic light
I might almost hold on forever
At least until the end of night
I could draw you a sphere
On a stage with an open door
I could tinge the edge with sadness
Or sprinkle stardust on the floor
The response is not for today
Nor for tomorrow I fear
It is as if a seance
Through the ether with my seer
