What About Love

What about love, that silver ghost— She haunts the hallways of my song. She dances barefoot upon the coast, And disappears before too long. She wore a veil of desert wind, With eyes like storms that never end. She whispered truths no heart could hear, And left me letters I couldn’t send. What about love, that ancient flame, Who calls me by no earthly name? She lingers in the lace I wear, She’s in the salt that stains my hair. I’ve given diamonds, taken flight— I’ve sung her sorrow through the night— But still I ask the stars above: What about love? Sigh, What about love?