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