By Star Of David
Date: 8 April 2001
the night the ghosts cried
I believed in ghosts that night
When they came out of the dark pond
Filled with secrets
And ran their fingers through my hair.
I was only a child.
Pale blue they wore,
And their eyes shone
Like perfectly cut diamonds.
Cold it was, and their cries
Ran through me like shards of glass.
And then they sang
A beautiful haunting melody,
And reminded me of places
That could have been home.
It almost seemed as if they were trying to comfort me.
Why did they cry for me that night?
Maybe they knew what was to be.
And maybe it made them weep
To see me smiling so innocently
Not knowing what the future held for me.
Maybe they saw the endless years of suffering
And maybe they counted the tears I would cry.
And maybe they wished that they could somehow
Make it all right.
But it was too late that night.
So they left but their tears never dried.
Sometimes at night I can still hear them cry,
I can hear them cry for me.
And now I understand why.
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