Haunting Your World

A ghost of what we used to have

wafts in the morning air

I see a home, tea cups, and paws,

playing and laughter,

hide-and-seek

with leaves.

I search for your face,

here, there,

it glows,

but can't get near.

Past mirror

brings the echo

of what we lived,

can't rain again

in waterfall of downcast dreams.

***

If that time was the one,

if home was ours

and the threshold

didn't let harm come in,

hail end all hope,

and loss

linger in corners in a wail,

why did we lose the path

are we running

to different crossings?

***

Can we choose one more time

one wish,

one bridge

make your road,

mine.

Resentful, sour storms

arrived to clutch our joy

memories come down

in a flood

conscience knows of no other song,

in heart, in spirit,

in the dawn,

voices dwell and ring true

closer to home,

closer to you,

awake

or chasing specters.

***

I only wish to have

that sunlit afternoon

of unforgotten love.

Beloved and undone

tossed in a cave,

up on a cliff,

hiding

and wishing

to be found

there is no peace in chasing

chasm.

***

Can I stay here, wait

will you still find me if I stop,

how will you know me

one more time

if I don't look the same

if voice is gone

an hour, or lifetime ago?

I took jasmine for guide

and lost

looking for ivy left me in the rain

are you my shelter

or the night,

avenger

or my peace?

***

© 2022 Amy Christie

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Originally published on Simily