Contemptuously Obedient

[sabedth]

So tell me again you little phantom,
was this just a dream that was meant to be
or was this nightmare never to be known?
Did we agree on what was to be?
Did we try to understand that which is never?
I suppose not, for you are still the phantom
and I the puppet.
To the swivel of your body,
to the curves of your walk,
to the sun in your eyes,
to the life in your smile.
I don't want to wake like I did,
within that minute we were so close.
I don't want to sleep ever again,
if this is all I can hold.
My little phantom, can you not see?
That without your body,
there is no meaning,
there is no world,
there is no hope,
there is no attempt to find the right words,
for the words don't exist.
With that here is where I sit,
always waiting, without you knowing,
and always watching-you grow.