Loneliness Slayed

Phantom star, my northward beacon, 
though the heart has give to weaken,
be it she a muse or specter?
A soul born of celestial nectar
amidst the bliss and madness
where lives this bliss 
she awakens in me. 
My moon over the sea
and I now believe the deepness
in me screams where softened gossamer 
gleams where lost are those dreams 
awakened in me her vision now lays, 
forever to stay and with my soul 
beyond the woo she now plays 
in the distant echoes
and enchanted shadows away 
and her smiles shines this day,
my loveliest words I can't compose 
to weave within the verbal rose 
where stoops the vine and 
then repose the twi to the light 
captured in such eyes.