@nightruin: She stands in the hush like a rose left by the rain, soft even before stone. The mountains keep her secret, the lake holds her face and the castle of longing lights its dark windows for her. Who is she? The moon in a veil of mist, the answer hidden inside every ache. I looked for her in the distance, beyond towers, beyond clouds but her footstep was already inside my chest. Beloved, even her absence blooms. Even her silence teaches the night to sing