A Lily For The Spectre - Stephanie Dosen

I’m waiting

I haven’t seen the ghost

And am I really here at all?

I’m silent, I’m the moon

One eye open

I’m waiting, waiting

I swallowed a knife

I hold it in

And every single time I breathe

I cut a bit of me

And it leaves my heart open

I feel you

My spectre yet unseen

Did you get the lilies I sent?

Did the violin that played

Make it’s way through the gauzy curtain?

Come find the place where the curtain is thin

Wink at the watchman

And he’ll let you in