Could you be
Tell me, Could you be a reverie Or a haunting specter Are you magically Turning daydreams into being Turning my cascade of floods Into sweet meadows. Pray tell me, Do you hide between Candle's mist Behind God's fist Are you innocently Stepping on my freshly cut grass Turning it into a graveyard Of memories. Howling "if", then screaming "only". It takes me back It sickens me and makes me nostalgic and I wish that for one second destiny dared dance closer than arms length. Or did it come so close that I simply chose to look away? Have I looked away again.