I'll always wonder if you can feel me through the air,
through the floating whispers in winter's coldest night winds 
when I graze the soft skin of your cheek as you sleep, 
the smile curving lips as you dream will be me.

Silently reaching and pulling the blanket 
over your warm tired frame, 
smoothing away locks of hair 
that have fallen over your face, 
eyes opening to find mine.

Asking the misty shape hovering over you, 
where have I been drifting in this cold gulf of time 
while you've been aching to move on,
to find a way to remember the gifts we gave
without feeling the pain of being pulled apart.

I'll always try to answer, 
but my voice chills air and cracks walls, 
seeps through the fabrics clinging to your skin 
and evaporates my form before you hear a sound.

I'll always silently answer you through floating whispers 
that smooth away the dark phantoms stalking your sleep, 
shape every dream that fills you with love again, 
if not for me, then for you to at least fall 
so completely once more.

So you no longer ask where the misty shape 
hovering over you has gone to, 
so your eyes find mine and finally know, 
the gulf of time between flesh and spirits 
isn't as vast as you once believed.

And you can turn this ache to move on
into a gift you can shape with who you'll one day meet, 
when learning to love again without feeling pain 
seep through your warm tired frame at night.

I'll always answer you, 
even when my form evaporates, 
even if I have to go for now, 
you'll smile when feeling me through air.