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Stranger Love

She moves through the living room, funny
It takes more than that to be alive and there
Imperceptibility is a frame of mind open to the eye 
Invisibility is harder to see at any time but night
Even if you are naked on the staircase frightened
Nothing looks back but darkness
 
My unknown love is pure translucence
A cloud of white dancing on air and fog
She tries desperately to give me a hug
But passes through the wall unlucky
Not to the other side of life
Like others of her kind

Air moving through leaves brings her alive
Outside along the haunted house waves crash
Only the sea and rocks are solid this time of night
As is my love of a phantom stranger never seen
My spirit completes and comforts me at 3:00 am
I don't even know her name or mine

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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