N.ae.d.A. bean

A home for my heart and mind;

I was a ghost

I was a ghost in your house
we hummed about nectar and searched for all the flowers
what once were blooming all around
now became but a thorny track that ran up all the walls

I was a ghost in your house
forever haunting the trim like rusty locomotives and
crash-landing 747’s into piles of rose-bush-thickets
beautiful and asphyxiating.

I was a ghost,
wishing breathlessly, hoping sleeplessly,
loving thirstily, yearning hungrily,
in your house,
a warm hallow where we wrote,
a happy grove where we spoke,
but not a peaceful place where we could simple be
in love.

I was a ghost in your house
and now I’m only home.