There was a ghost in my soul
A poor bony ghost
With transparent skin
and Eyes burning of hunger
A ghost in my blood
In my creating fingers
Smiling with pallid thin lips
I used to look into its eyes
And I always thought
I should find something
Something special
Like a mysterious mountain
High and hidden
behind the moonlight mist
Something like an eagle
Flying freely through an endless sky
I always thought so
Looking into its eyes
Searching for that lonesome
blue note
Hoping to see it dance
Like a weightless fay
Over the glistening pupils
And I looked
Deeply and depressed
But there was nothing
Never
Nothing but an empty
swelling nothing