As Iridescent as the Moon

I’m living with this ghosts of the past

Haunted by all those things that wouldn’t last

Like, love and promises I’m sinking fast

Had I peered into a crystal ball I would have been aghast,

Recollections of what should have been

It vaporized before me like evidence too thin

The human heart more often than not driven by sin

It seems like the truth won’t let you in,

Dreams dissolve from the frail human heart

Some find it fascinating to be apart

For others heartbreak seems a form of art

Look out! Here comes love’s poison dart!

All the time I spent in the spirit realm

Wondering who was really at the helm

At times, broken hearted and overwhelmed

Sadly I couldn’t save myself much less them,

The ghosts of the past living in my room

Drifting through my mind in the darkened gloom

Reminding me that it all came to an end too soon

Ghosts of the past as iridescent as the pale moon,

Whispering to me about what could have been done

Not even realizing I was outgunned

Remind me to give to the fireman’s relief fund

Admonishing me for all the times I was stunned,

Haunted by what should have transpired

Perhaps I was just not wise enough to enquire

I often found myself obstructed and mired

As if an assassin on the astral plane had been hired,

Grasping for explanations now from an enigmatic deity,

Who laid down the puzzle so intricately

But it contradicts our impulse to be free

We struggle in our own private worlds like fish in the sea.