Phantoms

Phantoms At times, growing up, I felt—almost knew—that behind love (and here I’m talking about infatuation or sexual attraction/compulsion) there was nothing. Just shadows. Phantoms. ____________________ The Words: All my reason has fled me left I stand with one single hope in hand Hearts and lovers have led me darkly and I wish I could understand Ruthless hungers deceive me into rising into those tempting eyes Hearts and promises leave me blind and stranded here upon shoals and lies: a phantom hunger's roar a phantom lover's call a phantom winter's frost for lost are those forsaken my heart are you forsaken Sweet eternities find me all but frozen deep within what I chose Hearts and memories blind me but to those who say maybe someone knows why phantom hungers roar and rising rising phantom voices call to all who are forsaken my soul am I forsaken Suns forgotten once told me but for flight we cannot embrace their light Hearts and angels enfold me wings alight: now fading into the night Ulf Wolf Lucia Morning 1995/April 2015 Copyright © 2015 by Wolfstuff