I stood in the ebony
with your ghosts
lurking in the labyrinth
of my mind.
Though in this state,
this monochrome aura,
it seems that your shadow
casts itself on the sorrow
within me.
The silence screams
a thousand words
a thousand smiles
thousands of thoughts.
But beyond that
I see an uproar
a tumultuous incredulity.
For I can
no longer entrust
the same
gilded memories
that rust
the same muse
that became my
comfort bearer.
Now I set forth
found by
and finding
the moonlight.
For in the ebony
I encounter your ghost
and that is what I seek
the beauty in its haunting.

© Netra.