A figure, for what do you call?
Faceless, veiled heavy in light
Yet chiseled a spirit so clear.
Veering in the distance
Still, phantom he glares.
A figure, for why do you call?
Speaking, absorbed in the night
Pondering, haunting the stars.
Darken by each hidden step,
Pensive he taunts.
A figure, for how do you call?
An apparition, a dream
Which ghost do you see?
Each visitant occupying the night,
Clearing sights to reflect.
A figure, for when do you call?
I regret to see, for within the mirror he shall be?
Smitten by Words 