He knew she was just a figment of his sight,
A reflection of his mind’s eye off the living room window back to their bedroom,
No past or future, only now.

She is there, in his mind, in their room
In he, the beholder,

She glows in light and dark
On him, the memories are now,

She touches from a distance
To him, the future is here,

She softly sounds asleep
In him, her beauty reposes through the now,
She dreams of her love
For him, forever.