Those ghosts hiding in your heart
Will soon take form not only in your mind
But you’ll see them in the day
Corners of your eye
First thing in the morning
Last thing at night
Specters
Phantoms
Shadows
You’ll be the only one
That sees them
I hope you rid yourself of them
Soon
Just let me haunt you one more
Night
To say goodbye to your body
Goodbye
To your soul

The Wise Ones
Might’ve lived when they were
Younger
Did as their parents told them to
Had that one love
That artist
Of words
And requisite
Of art
That gave them the world
That dreamer
But then they wised up
Got their bills paid
Had their babies
Their heartache
Got older
Put their hopes
&
Dreamers away
Settled
For this life

And dying in their beds
With that last bill paid
They’ll smile and think
Of their dreamer
Their artist
Of words
&
Wished
They had taken a
Chance

But they were wise
Not to do so ...

Saw 847 faces
Driving 847 cars
Traffic in
Traffic out
Passed by 49 faces
Walking 49 different ways
Made eyes with
1
And she still
Wasn’t you
Why couldn’t
1
Of them be
U

And one day
You’ll realize
That what’s good enough
For the heart
Isn’t good enough for the soul
&
You’ll take my unopened
Messages
Put them back
Into the bottle
&
Slip them gently
Back Into the Sea

I think that day
Is today

I wonder
If she ever
Looks
At my words
&
Says
‘Oh my...I love that man. Yes I do...yes I do...’

Do you look to the South
The same way I look to the North
When I think of you?