Supernatural

I never thought it would be this hard to leave a
fantasy. I likened this to a dream & your presence
would be gone in the morn. But like the fresh rain
your mirage lingers on. I wake up from my daymare
& go straight into the night.

Touched by your spirit's fight.

A fleeting phantasm haunting my life and blurring my
sight. I wish I could be free from your hold, but your
under your enchanting spell, no mere woman can dwell.
What charm! What harm, hath you caused? Mute is the
breath I breathe while this - ghost surrounds me in
his favor. Though he really isn't there, I still savor
the taste of his Light.
Forgive me I pray, for falling, falling for the specter
not before my eyes.

Because I am confusing real with fantasy,
but in reality I know...I can never be w/a mirage.