Oh I saw the ghost
lurking in your eyes
haunting you
with its grief
a waterfall
between the world & yourself.
I kissed your eyelids
& all the lost silences.
Oh I saw the ghost
hiding in your eyes
cradling its brokeness
a mirror
between the world & yourself.
I kissed your lips
and all that could not be said.
Sometimes the ghost would leave
but only hide
in the sunlight & leaves
before returning to
the empty rooms
of your eyes.
Oh I saw the ghost
looking out of your eyes
offering nothing
but itself
the tears you cry
always this pain
between the world & yourself.
I kissed your tears
thinking I...
...but I couldn't!
The ghost laughs
...you cry,
So sorry to dig up an old, old phrase, but 'it takes two to tango' seems to fit right in here. No matter HOW much we love someone else, we cannot choose their happiness or self-worth for them. Those two, plus love itself, must come from the object of our love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I come to Donalland, where fairys and ghosts and lovers whisper and snicker. Wonderland!