Maybe you are near,

I feel I can reach out and touch you.

Breath the air from your lungs,

Hear the whisper of your thoughts,

Going through my mind.

How can flesh and blood,

Be a phantom,

And move me, by a drifting cloud of energy,

The substance of love,

Are we not almost skin to skin?

I will seek you until my dying breath and your name,

Rushes to my heart.