Focus

they're the ghosts, in the houses
misty...out of focus in a dream
a half moon dream

they wail in the light
letting go, sighing in dissolution

we are the ghosts, in the houses
dreaming, our own worlds dissolved
that one sound above all

coupling dark with light, transforming
black to grey

spinning into the sun, an impulse

electromagnetism, attraction, desire
outside the fire, within but without
vicariously living, breathing

we are the ghosts, in the waters
troubled, sinking down in our sorrows

what is? what is?
what is true?

(c) 2013