Tytuł: April ethereal

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   It was me, peering through the looking-glass.
  Beyond the embrace of Christ.
  Like the secret face within the tapestry.
  Like a bird of prey over the crest.
  And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask.
  Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled.
  Emptiness followed by her wake.
  I could clasp her in undying love.
  Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine.
  She faced me in awe. 'twas a token of ebony colour.
  Embodied in faint vapour.
  Wandering through April's fire.
  Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
  I will endure, hide away.
  I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure.
  It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before.
  The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came
  the forest folded its branches around me.
  Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
  She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away".
  I don't know how or why, I'll never know when.