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?