After a five days hiatus it is back to the literary salt mines trying to burrow through and find the mother load of inspiration...oh well...no one can accuse me of not trying!

Fluttering broken wings of butterflies are
hitting on the closed window not anymore,
my heart let remembrances to bleed out…
they are like forgotten shadows on the wall.
Knowing she is there my eyes are searching
but can’t see nothing, there’s just a ghost.

Unattended love’s musty acrid perfume,
frozen fingers in time, ice of caresses gone,
wrinkles have no memory they are new
but the terse young skin never ever forgot
the touch of tenderness and calm desires
that ignited one of many nights the passion,
the all consuming fire without any limits,
there will be no ashes, it will be left a ghost.

The wind will see her when night arriving
with flashing lights, whipping up a storm,
of emotions she will be utterly naked…
you can’t say goodbye without getting lost.
Knowing she is there my eyes are searching
but can’t see nothing, there’s just a ghost.