Ghosts

Ghosts

Had I known any better,

would have become a ghost chaser.

A stroll into the reality of heart;

a turn into yet another illusion.

 

Make up a new name for us,

would play another game of love.

Be that fleeting perfection;

and then break the illusion.

 

I would fly out of that world,

be another apparition,

haunt that existence,

leave a vacuum of burden.

 

Had I known any better,

would have become a soul searcher.

A stroll into the reality of heart;

a turn into yet another illusion. 

-jm