Ghost of Hope
Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2010 5:09 pm
I am in love with a ghost,
The phantom of my hopes.
It floats in my open heart,
With its compass and chart,
Seeking to discover the path-
That leads us beyond abstract.
I look into the mirror and reflect-
On the fanciful eyes staring back.
I see the skeleton of my dreams-
That I steadily chase and esteem,
Coinciding with what I believe,
Within the limits of what I perceive.
I’m on the verge of reality’s road,
One way leading into vast unknown,
The other was traveled long ago.
I have no wish to redo what I know.
Here I stand awaiting to span-
Holding destiny’s glorious hand.
I step towards the labyrinth of life-
Beckoning the future to soon arrive.
The phantom of my hopes.
It floats in my open heart,
With its compass and chart,
Seeking to discover the path-
That leads us beyond abstract.
I look into the mirror and reflect-
On the fanciful eyes staring back.
I see the skeleton of my dreams-
That I steadily chase and esteem,
Coinciding with what I believe,
Within the limits of what I perceive.
I’m on the verge of reality’s road,
One way leading into vast unknown,
The other was traveled long ago.
I have no wish to redo what I know.
Here I stand awaiting to span-
Holding destiny’s glorious hand.
I step towards the labyrinth of life-
Beckoning the future to soon arrive.