Ghosts

The autumn wind carries all of the ghosts
 They catch on me and hide under his sheets
 They make their nests in my clothing seams
 Possessing my bones and my being
 We waited 'til the morning where the sun did rise
 But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes
 Ghosts fill my head with such rotten things
 And with the loneliness that the cold air brings
 The room was dim so I doubt that he could see
 My cold, shaking hands and my reddened cheeks
 A part of me wished to crawl under his sheets
 But I sincerely doubted that we would sleep
 So we waited 'til the morning where the sun did rise
 But the moon still lingered in his weary eyes
 Betraying a good heart to satisfy mine
 But he's a ghost I never thought I'd find