what ghost is this
in the hall down the
dining room,
a shadow on the wall.

I do not see the light
Yet I know you have
four(buttons)fingers on
the heartpulse of my
breath. (Against your ear)
I am screaming laughter
Wildly waving razor paper.

Hungry, your eyes(down)cast
from mine.

what ghost is this
which haunts me
and paints me mocking in
invisible ink

Four rings
in the snow
Six songs
to the wind
My feet to
the road
and my heart
was pinned
On an irish
rose
An Irish
Rose...

And I caught myself thinking today
as it rained

How much I love
the fact
no one can tell
if you are crying
when you hide
between
the
d
r
o
p
l
e
t
s

Steady rain, early morning.
I am grey and the clouds
are flesh colored.

Mocking me, they dance
beyond fingertips seeking.
I touch
droplets of my dreams
and watch them
soaked in by the grass.

Laughing, Silver
birch sway
to a rhythm my hips
ache to feel again.

It is a sad story, I put down
my pen and paper
take off my shoes
and dance alone
in tear soaked grass.