Thursday, July 5, 2007
You're not there.
But in dreams
you are, lurking,
a ghost embracing my mind,
painting my dome skies black,
with the caustic ringing
voice of silence
that breaks from whispers
of sweet lulla-byes
waving beyond the mind.
Always there.
You haunt me,
and I feel you
but never enough to keep
these soul-felt tears
from a distant company,
wishing for once we were here
and not just in there.
