UNTRACED CRAWLS
I needed one ghost -
Hope
I needed another too -
Love.
They happen to be the last winter birds left
After the cold of a snowy desert took the life of the ones left of me
I will dress in an overcoat and walk in search of these two ghosts
The super murky eyes of my little son looks at me with hope
Hoping to hold the moon by hand
By calling the stars of the night to come light our paths
I flip each piece of paper in my endless books
Right from the back pages where the story is mostly interesting
I long for sunlight and yesterdays
But the carvings of my lost walls keep calling
What's left?
Ask my son.
