Ghost Face In The Rain

Ghost Face In The Rain
© Surazeus
2018 08 04

I weep when she walks away in the rain
though I am dancing on the Bridge of Death
so when I counter questions about pain
I revive my hope with each aching breath
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

The apple tree at the end of my mind
beyond the last dream of my singing heart
rises on fire wings of meaning to bind
my sponge brain with three-dimensional chart
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

With every word she writes in book of tales
she recreates the universe we dream
and analyze to balance out the scales
while riding boat of hope down gushing stream
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

Somewhere in labyrinth of clever spells
he hides existential joy behind mask
of Orpheus who conjures ghosts from wells
to scatter fruit seeds before God can ask
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

The song of the moon leads me down cliff path
to dance with her on wild marge of the sea
so I must play the world-king psychopath
to enforce true justice and liberty
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

She pierces my heart with gaze of her eyes
which sparks angel wings to pulsate my heart
so I sing weird spells till I win the prize
I take everywhere in my garden cart
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

She knows why I love her long after death
consumed sweet cheerful spirit she once played
though I conceal my love in shibboleth
that guides me forth on my noble crusade
because I see her ghost face in the rain.

Her absence fills emptiness of my head
embodied in her ghost I still perceive
that inspires me to found our new homestead
and write bible everyone can believe
because I see her ghost face in the rain.