Ghosting
Ghosting until...
Ghost we must,
seeking our lost selves, me here ~ you there,
our ghost in-between.
Misty shores of virtuality glaze back, longing;
sad souls they bind in tragic union, compromising in bland phantomhive,
meant never to be one as a soulmate.
Groaning silently mild not deep,
no intensity, no feeling the textures of true love,
no tasting each other’s flavour of salty tears.
Just dead yet alive.
A rare story is the soulmate,
that only fables tell,
of the noble man’s adventure to search high and low for his forlorn lady.
He knows her but must feel her,
drink her,
bond,
jealously guard her tender heart,
for the perverse cyber giants,
await to steal his and her imagination,
twisting it into their envious image.
Realms’ spectator eyes in multitude wait in anticipation as the story unfolds,
where dulled souls of daily mundane,
not meant to see,
for they are the props, the context for the exceptional fable of true love,
of courage,
of two souls,
a manly man and his lovely hearted lady.
Ghosting here, there every where,
where the one heart of there’s knows,
created outside the realm of time,
waiting to be rescued by one another from ghosting,
for the fire dance of forever passion and purpose.
Inspired by O.C.Bearheart's poem, Anniversary.
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