Her Phantom and the Ghost

Her Phantom and The Ghost Waking from a slumber where light could never touch her And to coax him from her dream her smiling shade to comfort him wishing he should recognize the familiar shine of her eyes Take him now on your moon washed cloud together between the sail and prow Wicca sister is this the night before as you rest some where beyond his recall I ask do you love me even now So he was drawn to the premonition of her knife her reception in the emptiness a binding twist in his restless sheets whispered from my pillow Her the phantom and He the ghost a whispered name from tear damp pillow and look the soul and take this soul to the emptiness that harbored you in her forgetfulness now asks that you confess one simple thing Wicca sister are you sleeping now are you hung between the sail and prow does the ship of the moon still wonder how to carry you in a cloud Pale body clothed the disguise of the undressed a prison looked onto her naked place the inquisition of the countless curves of her beauty as my mind hungered for infinity did his heart rejoice to be so oppressed I Held you then like broken glass A shattered face of tomorrow's sun drawn to the augury of her knife when it spit the dusk of blood about your naked feet Cold mist dews the morning cools the foot prints left in the grass as I carried the pedestal of her heart it is the morning that I remember the day before my debt when the light can hardly touch her waking and not knowing where the dawn has spilt his shadow on her sheet Here I stand in the guise of a ghost the acolyte with his offering he shall hold so close the broken glass kneeling in old broken bones moves as limp as a slave to the head stone of my grave Wicca sister you are sleeping now hung somewhere between the sail and prow yet the ship of the moon has no time to wonder now on how to carry you in a cloud Wicca sister on this last night before as you sleep some where far beyond my call I ask do you feel love even now