"even the shadow is invisible. your body? it's true. you are invisible. your touch makes others invisible."

"i am not visible.. for this universe. i'm hidden in the infinite night."

"sometimes we're seen, sometimes we aren't."

there's cinder breath tangled up in the nighttime curtains, fogging up the crystal ball glass. whispers of a dreamworld ebb and flow like the breeze beneath the wings of a bird no longer caged. melodies call on the wind like midnight pool pearls drowning in skin-soaked fragrance oceans. feminine landscape maps are unsheathed upon the prize of magical homecoming. "return to me" she sings, as the hillside desert arabesque patterns bloom lace tendril wings and fly deep into hibernation, fluttering endlessly into caverns born of love, soaking into the dust, crescendoing into electricity-charged darkness. moonlight wax drips from coveted golden candelabras, goblets filled with maroon lifeblood gulped passionately in the too-alive dusk air. figments of disillusionment cloud the stage set scene. are you real? or are you only an imaginary thing, sent to torment me until the end of my time? the quill of memories caresses sand grains into letters, letters into floating songs, and songs into silk road rendezvous scorchings. but this is no phantom-scribed oasis. this is "us". the mystical meets the musical; the metaphysical meets the tangible. we are one. you and i. the sunwashed daylight; truly, really, "us". will you resign to be real with me? no matter what?

we are the meeting of one soul. one being. one heart. they are looking for you, my sky-trapped prince. searching restlessly to eradicate your beautiful presence. but they could never find in you what i have found. because you are mine; eternally. you reside in me, and i in you. you are the deepest breaths of my lungs, and i am the lightest blinks of your shadow-lashed irises. we are each other. there is no separation. not in life, not in dreams, not in fire, not in death, and not in afterlife. we are perpetual.

(mani kaul - ranked)