Aug 21 2008
Ghosts…
Ghosts playing shadow games
pretending neither is there
listening at the door
open, just a crack
certain in their skillful
invisibility
stupid in their self-confidence
yearning
to be
seen
heard
soothed
The corridors have
perilous turns that
lead to a dead-end maze
the steps must be
retraced
revisited
re-seen
A backward dance
towards truth
a light shone
on the puzzle
What cannot be
admitted
or said aloud
serve as lyrics
for the confusion
and
distrust
and keeps the
hover
going -
keeps each
outside
the door - waiting
Suspended
copyright 2008
