A poem about something ethereal

This is a poem I wrote based off an experience. It's unexplainable, so naturally it makes for an excellent poetic subject. This one, I feel, is nearly done, if not already. The editor of The Cortland Review, ahem, my professor, Ginger Murchison, said it's a powerful poem, particularly the end. As always, no copying my work please. Tell me what you like, loathe and/or general comments. Comments are always appreciated.

xo,
Ari

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Morning

Sleeping in the sunlight,

gold and yellow jewels

stream across the room.

Above, a clouded figure                  

looming there, watching.              

We stare at one another—                      

me with widened eyes,                 

and you,                                         

who are even more surprised,    

flee in fear of being seen

through that wall, 

I close my eyes,

but it’s too late.

I’ve seen you.
Seen you.

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