There is a ghost in everything I see
By this I got by faith - bears my name and goes
He has emptied his blank eyes into my fires and my waters
He wakes in weaving glass and dreams
Through one wall and silence eight
With a mad lunatic face – white as God
Beside my wild glances through the walls
Yet another and another wail into my skin uninvited
He haunts me and burdens me as never before
The silent hand behind the curtains
He breathes for a moment ever so watchful – in the moment of mystery
Throughout the night I feel untouchable
Copyrighted 2009
