Keeping

Keeping Beautiful world all around Sit inside without a sound Outside specters will creep Noiseless silhouettes you cant see Looking again at the phone Pick it up and no one is on In a room alone with a ghost Needle then pricking my foot Green and beautiful weather With it and no one to share Cooking inside in my kitchen Hoping some day for better Invisible forms that seethe That runs for corners and deeps Disappearing again with a leap Touching me while I sleep Freedom is not really free Is priceless for the ultimate fee No one seems to be around Whispers are never really loud Somewhere someone is weeping Waking up from a daytime dream Someone is ripe for the keeping Praying for the time they can leave.