Ghost

Gingerly now touch the frozen water

With a flick of your tongue

And a swish of your skirt

We welcome the smile

Of self indulgence

As you break the ice with your

Sharp little tooth and nail

We welcome the dark spattered kingdom

I was waiting for the dusk to come

So I could wash my wishes clean

And bring on all my severed dreams

That make me who I am

I was waiting for the dusk to come

So I could sleep in nothing

But the dark

And I grow weary now

Of my own impatience

For something I can't see properly

I grow weary of this slowness

The wretchedness of speed

Of time in all it's functioning

And wish the death of day would bring

This soiled frame of mind

I am the ghost

The ever living

Breathing ghost

That you call

Oh so benevolently

I am the evil

Sickening

Quickening

Bakery full of

The seven seas

The skies of thieves

I am the ghost

Of love

I am the ghost

Of love

I am the ghost

Of something

Left undone

Something

Meant

But never won

I am the ghost

Of love