We've spoken in words of angels and priests,
Where silence reigns, madness dominates.
My mind twists and spins, pirouettes around the wind.
Mist swirls and paintings burn as the flame rages higher.
As life loses control all sense is thrown on the pyre.
But sense left me long ago, I just hope I've got enough to keep going.
My ghost, my ghost of hope.
Left at the alter of promises,
Absence from truth without leave.
Missing in the action of trust.
Your transmission's breaking up,
I won't last through this siege.
I hope, I hope, I hope,
Will you be enough,
My ghost of hope?
- Marjorye Dewsnap