Ghost

Strange when eyes are stranger,
Reflected in the reflection,
Vacuous, bloodless, soulless,
Beyond the warm selection,
Of trust, of troth, of truth;
Consumed by the infection,
That pulses through every life,
Every pleasure, every affection,
Numbing the living from life,
Heart locked in hibernation.
Spectral connection.

Cold when the eyes of a beloved,
Glassily glare, abandon amore,
Numbness, nothing, no one,
Walking through that empty door.
Familiar chill to everyone,
Longing for that touch. Encore!
Loss is life, as life is loss,
This life on the mortal shore.
Until passing through the shadow,
To see what we were first made for.
Formed perfection.