Immaculate Ghost

Immaculate ghost, I haunt these round walls, waiting for any small message that come Impossibly defiant, this old heart of mine, intent on finding your body's frail sums Fair smiles fading like dappled sunlight, In this world your eyes the one light. Trees that breath with your same breath, tombs that sigh of future death; found everywhere and nowhere A riderless horse may sometimes approach, in these wordless hours of reproach- but you are not there Fair smiles fading like dappled sunlight, In this world your eyes the one light. You are the lighthouse stands watching the sea; guarding from grief and the churning tides Immaculate ghost, can you come inside? The door’s opening wide.