The Ghost

Hiding in the shadows, dancing through the trees, I hear the silence shatter, desire on the breeze. Momentary longing, for things which come to pass, singing of the heartache, from love; never lasts. Traces of a memory, moments of a dream, waking up to wonder, is it what it seems? A face appears in the mirror, yet nothing stares back at me, a peak around the corner, nothing there to see. A soft and silent whisper, a painful cry for death, never to be heard,  Never to be realized, screaming to be ignored, a solitary sadness,  sinking to the floor.  A wind of grey around, the last of color fades, and when, finalliy noticed, the words are much too late.