It all began with you… my love, my ghost upon the pane.
Once a heart is cracked in two, nothing stays the same.
Anything is possible, when the insane are labeled sane.
When we feel the dead world calling to us from their tombs,
we fly to meet them one more time, in ceremonial rooms.
They whisper to us in drunken beds, how they miss us too.
How they wait to lie close by our side, if we can just break through,
and when I hear you calling out, I’m but a wish that it were true.
I leave the solid shapes that shape me and my world behind,
and answer your insistent plea, once more to be entwined.
Do I fear I will not return again from your haunting, death’s embrace?
Really, who am I?… and my return? What difference does it make?
My pain was pushed so deep inside, I saw other people wear your face,
and now my own, and everything is changing, right before our eyes.
So I am new and not so new, and I’m still here, the soul-infused of my disguise.
Rest In Peace LINC Island SL
May 24, 2013