Reflecting the Lunar Ghosts

Felt a hand, over my brow

Caressing as the moon hung low.

There's sillhouettes casting a dance on the water,

Alcohol flows through the veins,

And a warm smile...all the while,

The apparitions float,

Inches above slowly lifting fog,

Riding the streams set by the dark.

Moonbeams reflect off your hair like silver.

Tinsel streaks on the horizon...

The face of our minds,

Stuck in a time...better times...that we only knew...

Out of the blue, come visions of me and you,

You and I,

Riding high, the sandman flies...

To put you to rest, on the weight of my breath,

Deliver the dreams of a deep sleep,

Letting go of the constant anxiety...

In a blurry scene, lights are fading,

The sun goes down, the moon comes up,

Headlights greet us as cars kick up the dust.

He's smiling at us,

The great silvery globe,

Smiling on things that you, and I, and only he knows...

Smiling on the will of the free,

Smiling on serenity,

Smiling on divinity,

Smiling on you and me...

Casting beams of fluidity,

The dancing shadows digress,

As you twirl in your silver dress,

To my slowly opening eyes,

The world outside....it laughs, it cries,

The heart inside me...it burns of fire,

Forming and changing constant desire...

We're sleepwalking hand in hand,

To the sound of an esoteric band, with the reverb on high,

The sounds start to fly,

Taking you with me, to the scattering of stars in the infinity.

I can't form the words out of the ether,

I can't hold the things you want me to hold,

I can't be the couragoues, or the brave, or the bold...

I can only make the things last,

As a fixture in my past.

Scenes of faultlines on the crest of my soliloquy,

Remind myself that you will forever haunt me...