Into the Ghost

I cried my farewell to the sun
Then cried to welcome the moon
Then laughed
indifferent to the exchange
These phantoms invade memory
Casting shadows over me
If I could care less
I'd like to know
As I fade into the ghost

I'm not sleeping anymore
Still aware of these things
Refusing these regrets
That come in between
I can't run forever
I'd rather be alive to the things
That come in between
the ghost and me

Unusual it happens still here
suspended anomie
A ghost lies in the mirror
staring...

A judgment, finality
A poet without the words
A regret without a memory
A vision, apparition
Of all the things that never were
And the things that were
are coming to the same
As I fade into the ghost