Ghosts

Why is it that ghosts mostly come out at night?

A song, a word, a sudden ineludable feeling -

And there they are...the ghosts of my heart

The fullness of day has emptied itself out

Leaving a quietened mind, a heart less guarded

And there they are...the ghosts of my heart

Eyes drinking me in more passionately than ever

An absent kiss, melting me forever from the inside out

That nose, wrinkled in adorable self-conscious confusion

And there they are...the ghosts of my heart

'You can never lose me...I love you so much'

Rootless words which weigh more than the cosmos

And leave me abandoned, these ghosts of my heart

Morning comes and shooes them away

Shadows ebb and flow, whispers come and go

Subtle, hidden, waiting...the ghosts of my heart

Until the cloak of nightfall flutters, unravels

like a dark velvet river, exposing memories once more

And there they are: never fading, ever seducing

Sparkling, painful, wonderous, haunting...the ghosts of my heart.

© R.K.Mancey 02.03.2012