Twisting and turning
with phantom grace,
the apparition moves
through the waste of space.

Chanting and humming,
a voice carries through.
The walls are too thick,
it couldn't be you.

Listen for the knocks.
One, two, and three.
They grow from soft to loud,
They were meant for me.

I could feel the presence
sink into my bones.
I transport to solitude,
a place full of unknowns.

The walls are thin here
and shadows move on their own.
The room is empty,
but the silence does not mean alone.

Breathing could be heard
but was it mine? I'm not sure.
The chanting starts again,
the sound of the voice is mature.

With timid breaths I sing
to the spirits surrounding me.
The strength must come now
so I can just be.

The essence of the song
would rip my mind to bits
for the Phantom sings of misery
in these ghostly duets.

Sometimes your dreams
have a greater density than water
and they sink into the depths
of one of the great oceans
that swirls and rages in your mind

Yet sometimes your dreams
need to be listened to
no one has empty dreams
they are as deep as your ocean like mind
you may not understand now, but you will

Sometimes your dreams
leave you waking up with one phrase
one little piece of advice
and no matter how much you want to sleep
you get up out of bed

Sometimes your mind is raging
and your heart is as heavy as a rock
that has a greater density than your mind
but those dream words speak to you
don't let your sadness skew your point
*of view