The Holy Ghost of Invisibility

Wrapped up in a blanket; by a fireplace in her mind Remembering cozy evenings; 0f banquets once so fine. Where she held her lover tightly; trying to make it never end; But time has left her feeling; that it won’t come back again. While the sparrows cling to bushes; and the doves hide in the eves; The flocks go to the sanctuary; to pray there on their knees She remembers being a flyer; soaring through the skies; But she claims it was so long ago; behind a muffled sigh. Waken from the day dream; confused she looks around. A voice floats through the airways; void of any sound; But there’s no one there beside her; behind or in the front; So she climbs inside her special room; and there begins to hunt. She’ll probably never find it; and if she did what could it mean; It simply could be desperate wishes; that come from hopeless dreams