The fire is lit
But the room is cold
And empty ,
Waiting for a heart
To warm.
The walls
Are talking
Amongst
Themselves
Again.
Waiting for the
Ghosts to return.
New Orleans
Shadows
Ghosts do roam
Giving them a life of their own.
Come out and saturate your body in the moonlight.
Rhythm and Blues and Soul.
No sleep tonight.
Love said so lightly
But falls like stone.
Like I have no choice,
My voice it chokes.
Stuck in my throat.
My tears like ghosts,
Figments of my imagination.
Light like my breath
That no one can see.
They caress only me.