Ghosts

In a land away from my dreams,

Beyond the fathoms past away in memories;

In the beads of twirling smoke,

Beyond the song without a sensation;

Your nigh.

In a wrinkle on the water,

Beyond the ocean of roué;

In the cloud on a hill,

Beyond the green meadows withering;

Your dreary.

In a heart arctic and meh,

Beyond the ardour of an essence;

In the pain of a lovers severance,

Beyond the ordeal of the angel fallen;

Your marooned.

In a imprisonment of your soul,

Beyond the respite of mercy;

In the dearth of agape love,

Beyond the touch of the spring;

Your solitude.

In a heaven without its wing,

Beyond the lovely tragic thing;

In the ground beneath my feet,

Beyond love that is an opus;

Your ghost.