Louise Lucas
Ghost friend
I hear voices
but no one is there.
I see you
I see your hair ruffled and shiny
but you are not there.
I saw your eyes
their icy sparkle
two dots of blue
like frozen sea water
But there is darkness
A blank sheet of unwritten words
with no meaning at all.
Someone is crying
But where?
Is it me?
Perhaps.
I can feel inside
why I want to hide
to drift on the breeze
to a land of promise and acceptance
Will you come with me?
Help me arrive there
We can settle in peace
Like planets untouched
in the universe.
But you are not here
I am not there
and I don’t even think I’m here at all.
Existing on my imagination
which feeds my soul
Letting my spirit pursue the dream
with you by my side
Through thoughts I don’t want to hide.
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