"The Specter's Spectacle"

Rows of figures all statuesque standing high and low.. I looked to the heavens, and there you were.. painted with fine design How I wished to be up there with you.. but it could never be. You are the muse and the spectacle.. I could not dare reach for you. The angels would never allow it.. for a mere ghost am I... how I hoped you could reach down for me.. and lift me in your arms.. how i would reject my whole being. to never part with you.. Part of me will always be here gazing up at you.. with a glint of longing in its eyes and a tear upon its cheek.. admiring from a far.