Ghosts

It's in those quiet, slow, moments When light sinks like a stone And the whole world resigns To a few glass panes That the ghost of your figure Brings me pain again Tracing my body From head to feet Nestled between My dreams and me Though I know It's not you I see Is everyone this lonely In good company I feel afloat Like a buoy at sea While phantom touches haunt me, like a seaman Bracing for waves while on flat land Hours on the breeze Shoot past me Out of reach Never to return To meet the Earth And churn back down To seeds or whatever She needs them for Men in flames flatly garble, You there Sing among all the flailing beasts Sing, sing, free your heart from its pain Sing, and bring great fortunes and fame But all I wish to do Is find some place with you Strip you of that sheet And together we can sing Truthfully For all eternity But now all I can do Is sing for you Though I may be out of tune I hope Somehow What floats below Can touch you