Spectres of Love

They are always there
In the shadows
The ghosts of past lovers
Ever present reminders
Of the uncertain paths I trod

Yes they are always there
In the shadows
Conspiring to confuse
With their collective ambiguity
And their murmured counsel

Now and then
Light filters through the cracks in my defenses
And picks out each enigmatic form
Memories borne on the dust
Selected remembrances
Coloured by time
Shaped by lost desires and played out dreams

But they are always there
In the shadows
The faithful and the faithless
The beloved and the lost
Ghosts of my past lovers

Ghosts of my past lovers