Oh, my love, my phantom heart still beats in your moonlit name;
through veils of time I reach, a breath against your flame.
Clay turns, wheel spins, our song unsung;
I’m the echo in your silence, the tear you never cry.
Hold me once, though I’m just air;
feel the pulse we used to share.
Death keeps no ledger of desire—
I linger, lips of smoke, hands of fire,
till light divides what shadows wed:
unseen, I love you, past the end.