A bed of ivy and a bird song
And ghost led choirs of the city
Emptiness unveiled an absence
Upon what you stow on your mirror
Like smoke awakened by the wind
Eyes as limpid as a dream
Every bid upon a ghost stands
Upon what you love and betroth
A goddess treads upon a cloud
To redeem he who was once an exile
As you wore beloved skin
The grid of my light had been eclipsed
The pain attending threads
Serves the silence of my dreams