Trough the vail,
Into a well lit room,
Comes to me your ghost.
Your spirit, your free mind.
Surrounding the air, feeling me.

Here were the minds are free,
Bodies dance with glee.

Your whispers in my ear.
Your laughter fills the room.
Taking your hand to remake the solid shape of your face.
Tracing back your bodies outline, a form willed into existence.

Here to linger, for a while.
We live the life we are taking.