there is this haunting in me
chasing the grain of rhapsody
in midnight swells of ardor
beseeching to the stars to lay hold of my shadow
longing for a taste of your burn again
there is this haunting in me
waning with the young moon
beneath a wild vermouth,
spilt from uninspired lips
in crescent fall
longing to breathe you in again
there is this haunting in me
floating in the velvet dust of night
my spirit aloft far longer than odysseus
with wings a flutter, unrelenting
wistful for the fertile kiss of earth
longing to be whole in you again
there is this haunting in me
among days of translucent gravity
weighted to this diaphanous storm
thundering in a ghostly compass
yet a voice remains
echoing there
high above the ancients dressed in their robes of green
saturating the roof of a tin heart
just wanting to find my love again
Lullaby-Enzalla
just breathe
Listen to me read Haunted
There’s so much feeling in this my friend, so beautiful in contemplation.
Thank you Sharon, i’m pleased you found it so. The timeless story of Odysseus and Penelope remains a favorite among the love stories within Greek mythology and I tried to capture the tribulations of the two of the them remaining apart for twenty years when I wrote this.