~Mind Ghosts~
Their visits are quiet
And encroaching,
Yet the emotions they wear
Leave disquieting wrinkles
In my placid apathy.
A bittersweet calm
Resides in my mind
While they whisper thru
The eddies and currents
Of everyday thought.
Remembrance and time
Are fruits they've
Pulled off my vine,
Leaving stems of regret.
They come in response
To music or fragrance,
Or an old photograph.
And then together we dwell
In my heart's vacant hotel...
Curtains drawn against
Unwanted intrusion.
Oh the colors they bring
With all their whispering!
That rainbow of remembrance
Arching across
A wiser perspective view.
And finally they fade
To some imperceptible shade...
There but not there,
'Till the next time I care.
MEBH/@Copyright 7/99
