Ghastly Grim

Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you

I looked up at the night sky there, Orion above the horizon... and near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it too. I wondered if our stars were the same. I believe some of our stars will always be the same... you entered into the foyer of my mind, and stumbled down the hall of my beginnings.

In your black heart of hearts, you know you are just like me.

A linguist once said that of all the phrases in the English language, of all the endless combinations of words in all of history, that "cellar door" is the most beautiful.

Take this kiss upon the brow And, in parting from you now Thus much let me avow You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream.

We live, we breathe, we die They call me to the light, forever lost inside With every dream we find We feed, we burn, we lie The fall of humankind The everlasting light

What is a ghost...a tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? An instant of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion suspended in time, like a blurred photograph. An insect trapped in amber. Stay by my side at the twilight of eternal days, at the low, dark edge of life.

I've been washing the sand With my ghostly tears Searching the shore For these long years And I'll walk the seas forever more Till I find my Jacky-o

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were, I have not seen As others saw, I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I loved, I loved alone Then in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life was drawn

Try to touch the past. Try to deal with the past. It’s not real, it is just a dream.

If you can’t look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark.

You call on me, to solve a crooked rhyme As I'm closing in, Imposing on your slumber You call on me, as bells begin to chime.

Lover, there will be another one Who'll hover Over you beneath the sun Tomorrow, see the things That never come

Darling I hope That my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you How much I wanted you

It was night when you died, my firefly What could I have said to raise you from the dead?

A blasted bloody body now, and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon... only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself - forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea. For any stuff for part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul is Winslow no more...but is now itself the sea.

Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops High above the chimney tops That's where you'll find me.