phantom

golden
the waiting wears me down

down to the depths of me

the ache is mine to bear

and bare me it does

mighty promises follow 

hanging off my back

twisting me cautious 

to the left and to the right

my tempters crouch

poised to pounce
to feast on my soul

to snatch away good gifts

and golden truths

but i don't play to lose

i don't fight to surrender
i don't live to die

i resist and flee

it's worth it to me

phantom
is this the twilight of our days apart?
will you come whole and filled?
will your hands heal these wounds,
or make new ones?
does your mind ponder like mine?
do your eyes delight in the sun?
where do you dwell, distant lover?
how do you move, phantom man?
do you linger idle, or search ardent?
shall i wait here or there?
the platform, the threshold?
or shall i carry on
drifting on
this endless ocean of dreams