Me, the Ghost

Why do I feel like a ghost?

Missing the tropical rain

Pelting down on flat lands and green grasses

The smell of endings and new beginnings

Reflecting on a life not quite lived

I can never go back. Never return.

Always tears.

Why do I feel like a ghost?

Tracing my footsteps back to somewhere I called home

I only feel like I’m haunting

On the outside looking in

Never belonging

Only longing

I want to feel beauty and love

Why do I feel like a ghost?

My heart is still beating.

But I’m craving words spoken to my lips

Of things taken for granted.

Words always mean more when they are whispered.

Why do we always wait

Until it is too late?

Pleiadian Call

So hard to connect to these
Fragile containers of stardust
Draped in flesh.
Been here so long I've lost my song.
I open my mouth
To try to sing my call
But I've forgotten the right notes.
All that exits my lips
Are cries and lamentations
From a half-closed jaw.
I feel the stars inside me;
No one else can see.
Am I going to lie back to dust before I find you?
Before I remember
How to sing my song...
I hope it's not too long
Before I find home
In the music of your soul
And sing...