There are worlds within this world
where the completed ones live.
If they were to glimpse you in a field
or amongst a grove of ancient trees
you would be an ethereal breath,
a fleeting shadow,
with no more substance than wind.
And a lover would turn to their lover and whisper
“I think I saw a ghostly one.
It must have been a mortal being
in a body of shadows.
I don’t think it saw us for God’s sleep
was heavily on it
and it stared at our pure beauty
with blind eyes.”