In younger days naiveté,
your smiles by my side,
my lies, fantasies -
your name haunted me
as though it were my own.
By chance we spoke,
danced through dreams -
clowns in a medieval play -
mocking the phantoms surreal,
landing delicately, unscathed,
from psychedelic shadows
whispering halloween.

To touch your lips, your hands,
fiendish acts of hollow men -
all that I saw was your smile
as it smuggled the glow,
steeled the space
between your eyes and mine.
Finally I come to know her
as I come to know myself,
I beg all men to find her,
make their love complete.