Ghost! Ghost!

Almost a happy poem.

The ghost of truth, beside, inside you

You are truth and I will hide you

More than absolute, the fruit,

Bitter sugars that designed you

 

Picked and apple preset in wax

Sturdy pine swayed firm yet lax

More than half a life, my life

This mess is made left clues but tracks

 

I hear the ocean as in a shell

My head against your chest, I tell

My trade of lies when lies wed truth

The chapel’s a mess, tracks to me fell

 

That thing arose to swallow whole

Our lies and absolutes light coal

Fire smoke choked I wed a ghost at night

I feel guilty for all left untold-