GHOST LADY

(2002)


I cannot see you in any way that is not magical

Through thousands of miles I cradled your soul

For a pristine moment before you evaporated

Through my fingers

What lingers

Is the soft aroma of your ambiance

Your essence

A soft sting of effervescence

Bubbling through me

From root to the top

Of my Tree of Life

At times it’s so blurry

Due to this flurry of emotions

Cascading though me again and again

Like a cybernetic loop with no end

The pain of wondering

Whether or not you are tangible

Is insane

As I scramble

For my rock of self sufficiency

Lord have mercy on me

As I lose my grip and pray

That I land somewhere other than

A pool of alligators that will eat me alive

Can I deprive myself

From the possibility

That there is a home somewhere

In her gracious embrace

Where I can rest my mind and know

That I am safe and sound

In the shroud

Of her acceptance?