Love is a Ghost

Love is a ghost, flitting across my view.
It appears in the window, then disappears,
And the room is left empty and dark though you chase
That ghost, ever travelling, in search of a host.
You find the spark in a pair of eyes
For a little while ’til the bright star dies,
For its lifespan is timed. But you go on,
Alone in the desert for a thousand miles.
Then the story ends and your heart forgets.
You’re in a new land and you ask yourself,
“Whyever did I ever fret?”
The chances you find are infinite.
“You” are new, the past forms matter
Not; again you’ll find what you sought
And love ’til the flowers die again,
Like the earth does spin. And there’s no need
To wonder “when”, say “never”,
It’ll sooner than you think happen.
Know the key, the love in your life
Has no entity; it’s you and this nothing,
This spirit you see in a person, a rock, hear in melody,
That sits in your soul. Its only goal
Is to open the chamber inside your heart,
And you’ll feel it forever, together, apart.

03/06/11