Looking for someone late that night
in the shadow, perhaps looking at the moon
I am a wishing well, listening to what he wants
and he is pale beneath the glistening light
with eyes full of love and a glowing heart

Remembering the past and the pain,
he weeps and all I want is to help him,
but I am clearly invisible
and he cannot feel my touch,
all he feels is the wind around him,
like a natural breeze, but not me

I can feel his warmth and the offered love,
nobody around him to care for,
and he still sleeps outside in the light,
with his eyes closed and his heart glowing,
lonely and shivering in the cold morning,
my spirit covers his warmth
 
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