GHOST
This side of sight
just east of my soul
I find sanity in your hauntings.
Hidden in porcelain urn
where memories can visit ashes of love
who's warmth I still feel.
Sometimes there are sparks...
Sometimes there are tears..
Always there is regret.
I was naive
not realizing as you let go my hand
that you believed our love
to be stronger.
I didn't know that flight
did not mean freedom
did not mean fulfillment.
I didn't understand that deep love
once found, then thoughtlessly tossed aside
could never be recaptured.
My prayer for you now
as you begin your journey
is that you see me...feel me,
and know you are the spirit
that will forever dance
on the edge of my awareness.
just east of my soul
I find sanity in your hauntings.
Hidden in porcelain urn
where memories can visit ashes of love
who's warmth I still feel.
Sometimes there are sparks...
Sometimes there are tears..
Always there is regret.
I was naive
not realizing as you let go my hand
that you believed our love
to be stronger.
I didn't know that flight
did not mean freedom
did not mean fulfillment.
I didn't understand that deep love
once found, then thoughtlessly tossed aside
could never be recaptured.
My prayer for you now
as you begin your journey
is that you see me...feel me,
and know you are the spirit
that will forever dance
on the edge of my awareness.
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