Wishes of a cold Ghost

Wishes Of A Cold Ghost I emerged! fragmented from a hanging red lamp, dripped in chemicals, washed clean, previously unseen, wished for my place, lost in times longest tombs unclothed now, and bare, breathed on in prayer. From holy books stacked, but all blindly unread, I wished for, soft spoken words, pleasantries of Birds, a fires warmth, not dead embers and coals, slipping in times endless, returning still friendless. To wander i desire, wishes seem futile,spent ! Faceless Phantoms, gather and,mull ; another blind skull, again all my wishes, particle to aged dust, reflection lives in life’s mirror; i become deaths bearer. Wishing to glide, in a caring embrace, held! Maybe to return to ashes dust, my spirit to readjust, this day again ends, for me it never exists ; To ether wishing i am bound, once again stardust drowned.