Your Ghost Came Calling

the day is dark and overcast gloomy is the word I sit here contemplating what to do the volume on the radio is turned down low soft progressive jazz, eh . . . do they still call it progressive jazz they did in my day Getz and Miles and the rest for awhile I tried to nap on the sofa dreams kept waking me up heard you singing a song I could never place when I awoke I realized why it was rain peppering my window I’m sitting here now watching as a ferocious wind is accompanying it through all the dark and the gloom I whispered please sit beside me and she did a lovely ghost of her snuggled close for I knew she was far away she couldn’t be here her breath smelled of a blood-red rose and she wet my face with her kisses and then she just vanished because she was a ghost after all the rain keeps falling but for a little while she was here spreading her sunshine as only her beautiful ghost can