He wakes up
and detects a specter veiling in
and she frames herself
in front of the window
and faces the moonlight.

Her gown is scarcely there,
like a spider's web.

He gets up from bed
and approaches her dusty being.

She turns around
with maybe a smile
she invites him a place
by the windowsill.

She's nowhere and here
in his mind
as a future wife.

The alarm clock wakes him up.