Ghost of the Soul ~

Inspired by Blackmore's Night music.

Ghost of The Soul ~

{Blackmore's Night Fans-which song was this piece modeled after? A fool you are if you can't guess it . . .}

 

My heart was a heavy chamber,

a rustic space with hopes amiss,

streaked with the pebbles of gold. . .

which you'd bestowed upon me then,

as you walked within the fabric of the,

eternal thought of dreams.

 

Rose-clad silk had circled over-

The paintings of my locked-up chest,

the ghost of the past drifted with song,

a soul-filled voice that sparked my needs.

 

Down the faded, zigzagged lines the,

past slipped through the cracks of dreams,

as I lived through the pressurized space,

of a life that evaded these whims.

 

 

And then I paused, my eyelids closing,

My hands flew like a bird to clutch,

The chasm of my heart locked tightly-

As a slow and relentless nail drove through-

the crack of my weakened keyhole,

causing me to gasp as-

Shining light began to carve a,

Path for the fabled words which slipped,

up the ventricles of my closed heart,

now thrumming with its life . .

 

My blood, now a pearlescent mist,

Re-awakened in its role . . .

I heard a voice that brought the

gentle pressure of your lips against,

the weakening  mold of this soft-

once measured, facial mask.

 

Your passionate kiss,

lingered on my cheek as once it had,

I reached upward to pull an,

errant strand of hair aside from,

your white brow of innocence.

 

The image fell away with ease, and then-

Fingers sifted through the membranes,

and slowly pried through the door of my heart,

Allowing the ghost to spring free of the chest, at last-

 

And then I turned-

 

I thought I'd heard a gentle tapping . . .

But when I did so,

I saw nothing but a faint shimmer,

and I smile, but a frosted line of pain,

for I knew that it was only your ghost-

trespassing on my dreams once again . . .