The Ghost of Winters Past

03/05/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation



A shadow crossed my face today.

I thought it was just the trees

But looking back, I think I was wrong;

I think it might have been you.



I feel your soul in every sunbeam,

On every snowflake that falls,

With every breeze that kisses my cheek

And through all the years that lapse.



Your spirit lifts me when I am down,

When I am deep in the heart of darkness,

Surrounded by the cold night air,

And scared of everything that moves.



I see your presence as I walk this city,

In that building that you laid mortar for,

In those sculptures you crafted,

In the smile of our child as we play.



I have visions of you as I sleep,

Wrapping your arms around me

And telling me that it’s ok

But how can it be when you’re not here?



I hear your voice sometimes,

And I turn to answer you

But there’s no one there,

Just an hallucination, haunting me,



You are a shade on a clear blue day,

Misting my eyes so I cannot see you;

I can’t unsee you, though.

You’re burned into my memory.



You drift from me,

A phantom of delight.

Never quite within my reach,

Slipping slowly away forever.



The dreaded spectre of a life without you

Looms large and foreboding now,

Though it never feels real,

As if you’d walk through the door any moment.



I am spooked by the noises this old house makes,

The creaks like footsteps on the stairs

And the whistling of wind through cracks

You promised to repair before you …



I get thrown by fleeting sights of men

Who bear some passing resemblance to you,

A doppelganger sent to tease me

When I all I wish is to grieve in peace.



You are but a wraith,

Lingering too long, perhaps,

Unable to let go of this mortal coil,

Unable to let me be free.



Were I blessed with an apparition of you

I may finally be able to say goodbye,

To give you your release and,

In so doing, let my heart heal.



But the strings that bind us

Cannot be cut so easily

And you are with me always,

My precious Eidolon.