Hold on to the Ghost

Girl stepped outside the door and smelt life
She smelt nothing
She will hold on longer
When they meet it will smell so sweet

She will not give up the ghost, will hold on till they meet
She cries tears with crystal salt
Lyophilized splashes on blush touched cheeks
Lost is her reality

The day is bright, the day is hot but smells of nothing grand
He touches the clock and traces the hand that records his time on land
Night dreams seep into day and mask the scent of daily drool
Her imagined face translucent on the office wall to his eyes only all

Joyous the day when he traces that face
She will breath in the scent of his soul and watch her map unfold
Joyous the bond to be soldered one day
When two life's fuse, count as one