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Ghosts

Flashes of recall strike at my thoughts      
Thunderous echoes of faces forgotten      
Shimmer in the back of my clouded mind      
They could be from reveries or lost moments of time      
I don't know if I knew them or imagined we had met      
I may have made love to the ghosts I cannot see      
In brief glimpses of passion that might have been fantasy      
I can't tell if they're real or can remember me      
Still I long to merge spirits with vaporous phantoms      
Share corporal warmth, kiss sweat covered skin    
What is the difference between veracity and erratic dreams    
When the lines have broken as gray swirls in my skull      
No boundaries exist to separate humidity from mist      
And I feel so lost and alone within my own mind      
Imagined vague figments who loved like lightening at night      
Now haunt the dark hallways of black holes in my brain      
Sucked into the void of my dead memory      
I hear their tears dripping to moisten my head
Written by Poetryman
Published | Edited 3rd Sep 2014
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