Ghost Of My Desire
© Surazeus
2018 08 25
Her absence is the ghost of my desire.
I feel her presence near me every day,
glowing like eternal sunlight on grass,
but she is nowhere when I look around.
She is the sunlight on the silent ground.
Walking somewhere else on river shore,
I leave her shadow in the open door.
I find another house among pine trees,
empty rooms whispering in the river breeze
for me to come inside and stay a while.
I lay all my things on the silent floor
and wait for her ghost to follow me close.
I move into empty rooms of the house
as their mute emptiness moves into me.
Her absence is the ghost of my numb heart.
Sitting alone in gloomy emptiness,
I watch the moment we met by the stream
replay a thousand times in waking dream.
I look up from reflection of my face
in flowing stream when I sense humming glow
of her soul piercing my heart with delight.
We become the spirit of that strange place.
That place is now empty of our bright souls.
We step toward each other in silent trust
and we kiss forever in silver mist.
At the wild moment our bodies convulsed
with aching passion to become one soul,
we saw creation of our universe
burst from first flash at the big bang of joy.
We breathed in the spirit of the whole world.
We hugged and kissed while floating in sweet swirl.
We lay together in glow of the moon,
touching each other at soft flash of dawn.
She said to me that she would return soon
then walked away singing in morning haze.
I waited for her for ten thousand days
but she never returned from the world maze.
Her absence is the ghost of my desire,
I whisper as I gaze in flickering fire
by sparkling river of our twinkling stars.
The emptiness of her absence conceals
hollow horror that twists my heart with rage
at cruel thought she does not want to return,
or she was captured by slavers with chains,
or her father locked her in high stone tower,
or some monster devoured her on the road.
I see her smiling face in every gleam
of sunlight that flashes through twirling leaves.
I feel her presence near me in sunlight
but I never turn around any more
while singing to myself by open door
where indifferent breezes blow through my hair.
All I want is to gaze in her bright eyes
where sunlight shimmers in the boundless skies
and kiss her soft lips with heart full of trust
forever in sparkles of silver mist.
Her absence is the ghost of my desire.
I fill emptiness of the house I built
with flickering memories of her laughing song
that beams from aching hollow of my heart.
© Surazeus
2018 08 25
Her absence is the ghost of my desire.
I feel her presence near me every day,
glowing like eternal sunlight on grass,
but she is nowhere when I look around.
She is the sunlight on the silent ground.
Walking somewhere else on river shore,
I leave her shadow in the open door.
I find another house among pine trees,
empty rooms whispering in the river breeze
for me to come inside and stay a while.
I lay all my things on the silent floor
and wait for her ghost to follow me close.
I move into empty rooms of the house
as their mute emptiness moves into me.
Her absence is the ghost of my numb heart.
Sitting alone in gloomy emptiness,
I watch the moment we met by the stream
replay a thousand times in waking dream.
I look up from reflection of my face
in flowing stream when I sense humming glow
of her soul piercing my heart with delight.
We become the spirit of that strange place.
That place is now empty of our bright souls.
We step toward each other in silent trust
and we kiss forever in silver mist.
At the wild moment our bodies convulsed
with aching passion to become one soul,
we saw creation of our universe
burst from first flash at the big bang of joy.
We breathed in the spirit of the whole world.
We hugged and kissed while floating in sweet swirl.
We lay together in glow of the moon,
touching each other at soft flash of dawn.
She said to me that she would return soon
then walked away singing in morning haze.
I waited for her for ten thousand days
but she never returned from the world maze.
Her absence is the ghost of my desire,
I whisper as I gaze in flickering fire
by sparkling river of our twinkling stars.
The emptiness of her absence conceals
hollow horror that twists my heart with rage
at cruel thought she does not want to return,
or she was captured by slavers with chains,
or her father locked her in high stone tower,
or some monster devoured her on the road.
I see her smiling face in every gleam
of sunlight that flashes through twirling leaves.
I feel her presence near me in sunlight
but I never turn around any more
while singing to myself by open door
where indifferent breezes blow through my hair.
All I want is to gaze in her bright eyes
where sunlight shimmers in the boundless skies
and kiss her soft lips with heart full of trust
forever in sparkles of silver mist.
Her absence is the ghost of my desire.
I fill emptiness of the house I built
with flickering memories of her laughing song
that beams from aching hollow of my heart.
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