In a state of hollow sleep
her voice enters my mind
And fragments of a place
Indistinct, yet so real
Beneath your skin I’ve still been breathing
because you cannot let me go
Last traces of another being
not as the ghost that you are now
All these moments, lost in time
Remnants from a distant past
A rising sense of their veracity
and what this means to me
Hidden within and lingering
for all the centuries gone by
Now open up to this unraveling
it tells the tale of what you are