Scattered thoughts and hidden wares

"Now the diner, in the morning for a plate of eggs,

The waitress tries to give me change I say, "Nah, it's cool. Just keep it."

I read up on my news, I start thinking about her,

And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets..."

He believes himself to be aware of the ghosts.
They don't have shadows or much shape.
They whisper.

Once he saw half a face in the mirror,
just as shocked as his own.



she smiled as I tucked her in and I knew we would kiss
and more this evening after singing and hide-and-seek
and me trying to make her friend



She'll be wearing a black dress when we meet. 

Opal eyes and caramel skin and graceful shoulders and untamed hair.

She'll be fierce and stormy and a bit of calm to me. 

She will burn and I will smoulder and we will flame.

Ballerina. 

Brazen. 

She'll be a bare-knuckled lady with filigree features, 

a tumble of notes that turns time backwards.