You are a vision

You are vision
of something good coming my way;
I hear you
it is not you, and
I respect you.

Your journey leads, down
a path winding away
from the place we met

"The soul is seen best in candlelight,"
he said.
And I believe him now.

I saw your soul and mine, haunting
the dance of that night,
glimpsing the soft brush
of untouched skin
singed by shadow.

I meet you there, still
though you have never returned.
Your face is as dark
as my knowing of you

But I still see your form
half-stepping into the light.