Seven Year Ghost

Crystal illusions fragment my room Image effusion from pools caught in time Circles with endings of dreams once assumed Ideal delusions of visions and signs Morpheus release me from invisible chains The key to the pieces of spirit Floating heavy through vain veins Sinking lightly with point of fit Sweeping the mirror of the Seven Year Ghost filling me with tales told long ago The mixtures and brews of the brooming host Mac Duff, the only one who really knows Tortured fragments of a past once forgotten Multiple scars that never healed disappear A talisman worn for years misbegotten The beginning of hope, ends the nightmare