shadows

Shadows haunt me,

ghosts of a past I cannot escape–

and you, always there,

the shadows are your shape.

Sometimes…

Sometimes –
just listen:
it would be enough
for me to just talk,
to give voice to my demons
and be free of the ghosts
that haunt me,
and release the burdens
that plague me;
only love,
quiet and strong,
and a voice of compassion
are all that I need –
sometimes…

Underachieving

If only we could be

more than the ghosts that we are,

fragments of light

reflected in a shattered mirror,

fading into ash

as Eden decays around us.

Broken Window

Outside looking in

is not what I thought

it would be –

a pale reflection

ghosts still alive

silently haunting me.

Shards of glass

betray my secrets,

pieces of my soul;

words unuttered

abused and misplaced

forgetting what they hold.

I see what passes

for time before me,

on whisper-thin thread,

and through the window

looking out, see

the spirit that’s been bled.

Ghosts

Once alive,

then at rest,

breathing now.

 

A time on fire,

then locked in ice,

song and thunder

raising the dead.

 

Haunting melodies

herald coming storm;

patterns unfolding

unravel moments,

wake a season lost.

 

Ghosts that linger,

flicker then fade,

come back to life

when dancers sway.

 

Softly now,

walk the paths

of the dead.