ghosts

my longing for you
has hemorrhage;

it bleeds with love
to abort soul's pain;

feelings are ghosts
through the night;

sun and joy take me
in a forgotten realm;

rest of me comports
natural for a fall's day;

[i murmured sweetly
for dawn's dream]

[...its crystalline dew
kissed my morning]

[i woke up, smiling]

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