Seeing Ghosts

i still see your ghost
entrapped in the window shades
sighing silent in the sweet, sweet air
your mind, where is your mind
sitting still within your aged flesh

i still see your ghost
the kiss that never ends,
lips upon a window  chased in dew
marked forever with a dying breath

you linger on, and on, and on,
gentle in the deep
i miss your eyes

i still see your ghost
where you loved to walk,
dancing in the streetlamps lining the roadways
palm against the water
ripples spreading

i still see your ghost
such a rambling, wavering, sultry figure
waiting by the edge of the water
i miss you

you linger on, and on, and on,
soaring softly in my mind
graceful sighs
i miss you


(c) 2013