My Immortal

Your face over candles and crystals Your scent I smell, stick on murals Finger prints of you over metals Turning hard to soft like petals I saw you kneeling when you prayed Behind you was I and stayed I can hear your soft voice unafraid Wishing for a cat unbraid The candles you litted inside the church Served as my lights when you left Your shoe prints on the aisle I search Vanished like air without a cleft I sat down for a while Wishing you would come back Minutes later you came back Walking like Immortal over the scratched aisle Middle aisle of the church so old With you turning anything like gold Your prayers are like magic so bold Reviving with warmth everything around so cold My immortal is in you that calls My body and soul that falls Wished you can be mine someday Dreaming you're all mine all day!