I’ve only ever been in love with ghosts.

I’ve only ever felt the kiss of shades.

And when I look at all the love I’ve lost,

I wonder if my debt to life was paid.

Or will this pain and suffering go on?

Will this recurring nightmare ever end?

Will good things come before all hope is gone?

Is something better there around the bend?

Beyond my sight, beyond my mind’s dead eye,

where up to now I’ve only danger seen,

and now I’m on guard, fighting stance, war cry,

but hoping I don’t kill a pleasant thing,

that one good thing to make it all worthwhile.

That one good thing that brings a long lost smile.

How long will I be lost in limbo?

How long before I see the sky?

How long will these strong hurricane winds blow

before this bird learns how to fly?

How long will I spin like soaking wet clothes

in a wash machine, tumbling this way and that?

Bashing into walls, through highs and lows,

splashing and shaking like a water-drenched cat.

How long will I be floating out of place?

Sinking away with every breath,

imploding like a star in the void of space

becoming a black hole, shrinking death.

When will I find a hand to hold,

something to grab onto to bring me back?

And when my story’s done and told,

will there be smiles or tears when it fades to black?