uneasy ghost

High up above
rules the great clouds of gray
covering the heavens
dulling the day

High up above
rules the mighty mighty gray grue
making me believe
there is no more
blue for
me today

Blue means
heaven revealed
by the Gods

yet high up above
merges the ghost
with the long lost

and there is no where to run
and no where to hide
from the dullness that
dominate  my mind

the uneasy ghosts know
how to make me
feel low

its nature
they say
and then they say it again
its nature
and its a hardball game

the one who knows
is the one who will have to share
the secrets that have been
muted by the superstitious mob
for only then may we be free
from the dungeon of fear
that encaves man in a life full
of dispair

the one who knows
is not here
but over there
on the other side
of the table
on the other
side of the mirror
and if you turn
your face up
to the full moon
you full
find her
even there

not separated
from anything
but projected
unto a screen
of otherness
for the mere sake
of   visual appearance