My Phantom

shrouded in the finest of mists

covered by the mystery that is

you are the enigma

my enigma

the one i call bliss


maintained by this dream incomplete

followed by the inconsistency of my heartbeat

you are the phantom

my phantom

guide me in my sleep


showered by the grace of the morning

woke up to listen to angels sing

you are the fleeting dream

my fleeting dream

don’t leave me here wondering