I longed of your spectre,
Though your flesh is no ghost
I find it a strange absence
In your presence,

Take a walk lost Lilly,
Walk with yesteryear and I was
But a thought in your
Graceful wounds,

Here now I am a stranger
And you know but a memory
In the shredded poetry
Of your father,

Who am I in your current eye  
A reach around the years
And father is still a mystery,
Daughter of the unforeseen,

There is a father here in me
And I don not KNOW who
I am in your mysterious light,
Shine on unfamiliar star,
Take me into your blossom

Only to die secondhand
And the most of my love is the veil
Of your unknowing heart...
Still I love you daughter of fire.