Ghost Story

I always hear the same song now, No matter what is playing, Because a ghost I met one time Kept praying, praying, praying.

She sent me an enchanting word That set my soul in motion. I returned, all folded up, Across a midnight ocean.

Dark colossi, frigid winds, Trees trussed up with lights. That ghost I met, I met again Where impossible just might.

I looked in her impossible eyes, Steeled and amber flecked. Not all the strength God grants you, ghost, Arrives as you expect.