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mirror man
Senior Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 814

0 posted 2002-01-10 08:07 PM

ghost

Again,
I feel your ghost my cold hand pass
and look across the stretch of space and time
to find some warmth

behind the photograph
behind the glass.

With mind of ice and granite skies,
I would believe to find something like love
denied by the eye.
And rushing into a cold wind,
claim for this thing I can't explain,
for and from both familiar and strange.

I would hear you in glaciers singing
far away, and reach,
hoping for the breath of chance,
only to discover the common change,
the spectres of my past
merged on the edge of my last wish.
And to my hands clinging, ask
What elusive, unknown thing
would hold the cold hand
of all my ghosts in future bringing?

So do on the glass
ghosts in frozen photographs
fall through the air, telling me
in echoes of the past
how I once fought
to fall upon the square,
a polluted freak and pilgrim lost,
decomposing this rhapsodic
blue-bottle buzz in my hair.
And in separation,
failed somehow
to comprehend the day,
the song of love and light and time.
And in turning, found my way
to the Byzantine ghost that is mine.

In truth,
no slight of hand, no trick
could place the cold at my side
for so long. How the innocent
moments of each tick of time
bring the ghosts of memory
while some essence of the heart
tells the tale in melodies
of twisting souls
who only see in mist
what others see in light.

And no cold and haunted thing
fallen from a granite sky
could ever grant me more than hope to wish.
Nor in numbers would I find
the sum of all the warmth
in unknown feelings I've somehow banished.
Nor in music would I speak
of all the moments lost in time.

But echoes of ghosts
to find a cold hand and mind
searching for the way.

How does to time bend the mind
not knowing but for seeking, last.
How is the spectre moment this,
rushing to the future and the past.
How does the day
become the ghost and glacial mist.
How does the moment future bringing
ghosts to hold my cold hand singing.

Tell me it isn't so.
Tell me you exist.

text and music by mirror man
copyright 2001

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RosePetal

Member Elite

since 2001-08-26

Posts 2985
South Florida

1 posted 2002-01-10 08:25 PM

"How does the day
become the ghost and glacial mist.
How does the moment future bringing
ghosts to hold my cold hand singing"

This was my favorite part of the poem. You have a way with your writings, I love them. They are so deep and make me think!

RP

Startime
Member Ascendant

since 2000-10-03

Posts 5918
Canada

2 posted 2002-01-10 08:55 PM

*sigh* I hear the yearning coming from the coldest parts of space. Powerful and filled with passionate emotion. Magnificent writing and I love the way you presented it. **big hugs**

Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams.

mirror man
Senior Member

since 2001-01-08

Posts 814

3 posted 2002-01-10 11:04 PM

RosePetal -- Thank you very much. That is a very nice compliment.

Startime -- I think this is the first time anyone has said my writing was magnificent. Thank you.

Zinsser
Senior Member

since 2001-02-27

Posts 1641
Calif.

4 posted 2002-02-18 11:48 PM

Now this is writing..... very much enjoyed
Thanks for sharing
Connie

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