Alba II

Outstretched fingers fail to grasp
Early light beams cast by dawn
Sleepy eyes lodge the halo at last
Enfolded scars are now shown

Are you there, or am I a ghost?

Hollow words from a profane inquisitor, wondrous words
Closed beyond transparent curtains, inside I heard a knock
Dual significance which differs in subject and content
Filled with unfulfilled meanings running against the clock

Forever held beyond the opaque mirror of cooled eyelids
My best friend has been buried with the L*ve I used to share
Disdain for the living and ironic speeches for the departed
Sleep with my feelings my friend, in dimness without a glare

Words lose their purpose when delivered without meaning
Friend, never forget destiny has something for you in store
Without meaning if no meaning is deposited inside them
Outside warmer for lustrous exteriors usually hide a hollow core

Are you there or am I a ghost?

Outstretched fingers fail to grasp
Early light beams cast by dawn
Sleepy eyes lodge the halo at last
Enfolded scars are now gone