Blurry

Inscribed by gods, surreal the odds to witness this sight, a celestial facade. How captivating, I must convey poetry is birthed here today. With every stroke of my pen's might, your smiles dance in ethereal light. And as papers weave the words I write, your image flickers, a ghostly delight. The night gently grows old, in stories untold, I spin our tales with ink utterly bold. In the hush of the evening's sigh, these pages echo your name, floating by. Countless pieces I've penned this eve, born from a lone sight, painfully, I can't retrieve. And as I end, to the heavens I plea, may these poems unchain me from thy memory.