Sonnet - To Love a Specter

To kiss so lovingly the morning mist And watch intently shadows of the flame To know the way the moon and the sun kissed Is to meet the eyes of he with no name And see within those worlds a fervent need For souls, false souls, to fall, to crush, to gasp That flashes in the back of but one greed But is there not when it one tries to grasp And like the asp that bites with a stinging pain For what love could wear both a cloak and mask And grow wings neither lovely nor mundane Loving spectres is a Sisyphean task For love is purest when it hits its mark And lights great warmth in Hades dark.