Ghost Light
Stun me.
Rewind your music.
Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you.
Listen—
the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back.
Brush the cobwebs from your eyes.
Reignite.
Slip into your own pocket.
Become your own muse.
A compass. A flame.
Listen to your pulse.
Move where your body leads.
Unravel the ache.
Open the door.
Let joy rush in.
Tousle your hair.
Wriggle your shoulders.
Fall, unbraced, into your dream.
Take the wheel.
Lock the door.
Shape your new world—
one breath, one spark, one word at a time.
Let the ocean
crash against the rocks of your love.
Braid wildflowers into your hair.
Blow bubbles—
let smoke and romance fill the space between you.
Angel-winged, glitter-eyed,
under a star-stung night—
but still,
your eyes shine brighter.
Astral projection is nice.
But real life is better.
So—
snuff out the candle.
Empty the vase.
Kiss the memory of him goodbye.
Turn your face up
towards the open door.
And let in the daylight.
The burn of the urn
spills on the floor.
I am not what you carry.
Let me be.
Let me go.
I will wait for you in the shade.
Then, when it’s your turn—
we will turn the page.
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