Hunting ghosts

I’m beginning to take it slow
’cause very deep I have drown
Emerging step by step
Not letting it all go away.
I’m beginning to feel
Like I was someone else
Getting the wrong words
In the wrong page.
Searching for my muse
Not knowing I am letting her go,
By trying to reach her before she comes,
Hunting the ghost of her image si douce.
So come to me if you’d like it
I promise to give you words & silence
An ear and a shoulder
For you to rest & pray
So I will laugh and you will cry
So I’ll write and you’ll admire.
So come if you like,
Come and join my immortal hunt
Read my letters and understand my soul
Kiss me and make me forget
The missing frame
Of all my unloving poetic words.



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