Whispers In The Mist

As shy as a ghost that whispers in the mist
Between the worlds
Behind the silken shawl
As shy as a tender caress on a cold night
Between the sheets
Behind the golden aura
Some people live to love, some just don't care
It's never fair
There's never time enough
The gold-hued aura of love turns suddenly black
Between the crimson
Behind the evening's shroud
Not a cloud in the starless winter skies
Not a word is spoken
Just the distant wind's sobbing
As shy as a woman-child's first plunge
Into the mysteries
Of the darkness of sex
As shy as a teardrop from a broken heart
That melts within my palm
As you did to me
I do to you
The air is charged with a sexual sensation
As the lightning strikes
The light casts an eerie glow upon your face
Pale in the lamp-light
As the ghosts of centuries past rise up at your command
I walk the deadened city streets
Waiting
Watching for you
Between the worlds
Can you hear, can you feel the veil softly swaying in the breeze,
The voices whispering beneath the mist?