I went to bed with a Ghost tonight,
he slid in by my side--
all gentle-like,
all lovely hands,
that held me, long and tight.

I went to sleep with a Ghost tonight,
I lay here in his arms--
a wisp of a kiss,
a loving caress--
his touch so warm and right.

I fell in love with a Ghost tonight-
he says nothing at all-
just holds me close,
my lovely Ghost,
and wards away the sky.

I left my Ghost alone tonight,
away from his touch.
He leaves me, too-
at dawn, too soon.
Alone, I face this petty light.