Photos / Ghost Writing
A time before I backwards-died
A time I wasn’t known
A world I wish I could’ve been
And places, people, I’ve not seen
And my life, so far, in between
How thus a world can grow
My father there, thoughts blank on breeze
Of ocean salts and sandy beach
Who could (or would) have thought he’d go
So soon before I’d get to know
His warmth, his love: his feelings, though,
Will stretch beyond his reach
I’m touched to view these frozen times:
Spooky, though, they’re left behind
While we keep moving through this life
While petty trifles brief excite
My heart, a beacon, sparks alight
As history here unwinds …
Hey, lady spirit talker
Sit by me
‘cos I lost someone special to me
I was wonderin’, could you help me see
Is there a ghost tryin’ to talk to me?
Could be a ghost writing on my wall
And ‘cos I lost him before I was small
Never knew him till, till I was tall …
I guess he never really knew me at all.
I tried so many ways to fill his place
This lonely kid conjured up a face
But then he grew and knew and age erased
My mem’ry of you left without a trace.
Could be a ghost writing on my wall
And ‘cos I lost him before I was small
Never knew him till, till I was tall …
I guess you never really knew me at all.
Say quiet spirit would you open your eyes
I know you’re there, come on, give me a sign
I close the door and I open my mind
So just converse with your son tonight.
Could be a ghost writing on my wall
And ‘cos I lost him before I was small
Never knew him till, till I was tall …
I guess you never really knew me at all.
I often pray why did you take away
My only way of being good some day
There’s no answer but “I feel this way”
Could be my dad, lady, what you say?
Could be a ghost writing on my wall
and ‘cos I lost him before I was small
Never knew him till, till I was tall
I guess you never knew me at all.