He sat staring at me, my ghost
Who was turning my heart bone dry,
He was choking it, the love, the laughter.
I was scared. Scared he’d break my sand mask,
So begging for air I fled, ran to the garden
And falling to my knees I prayed; prayed for hope.
But it was beyond me, the promise of hope
That had made me fall for my ghost
With his blue eyes, and the grainy mask
He wore over them, they were dry
Now the tears, the earth of the garden
Had pulled them in, as it drank the laughter.
I missed it, missed hearing the laughter
So much that it scorched, but I found hope
In the flowers as they danced in the garden.
Death white lilies, pale and ghost
Like, standing tall in the dry
Heat of Summer and its dragonfly mask.
Sometimes I wished I could break it, break the mask
I’d placed on my soul and remind it of the laughter
It had once enjoyed, but my throat was dry
And I felt the desert burn up the hope
As my dream faded to become a ghost
That melted into the horizon far beyond the garden.
Yet I sat there and watched it go, flee the garden
That had been my last resort, my glass mask
Cracked as my heart crumbled, the ghost
Of my love strove for the sun as laughter
Filled the air, dark wings gathered the hope
From me, demons of my mind. Their eyes dry.
But somehow in the heat, in the dry
Sticky heat of despair, the garden
Once again worked its magic of hope
And showed me that through my lost mask
I had been given a chance, a chance at laughter
As the memory of unrequited love was now a ghost.
A ghost whose heart though dry
Had left me laughter in the freedom of the garden,
In the loss of my mask and the opportunity of hope