I sit in my room listing to the gentle sound of a melody and I
think of sitting here with your hand in mine and gazing into the
depths of you eyes.
Eyes so deep, so clear and deep, it seems I can almost see life
itself in their depths as I drift deeper, almost lost, as they
draw me in like whirlpools.
Then the melody stops, my euphoria ceases and I am alone, I look
around though I know you are gone.
I lay my head back and close my eyes, I can feel your hand upon
my face, your body next to mine and I am mesmerized again in
my dreams, ghosts haunting me, haunting me.
I hear a noise, thinking it's you, then realize it is just the
sound of another page turning, another story ending.
I go out into the cold night hoping the nights chill will bring me
back to the reality I must face, the reality I must try to live with.
Walking through the night I find myself looking for you at every
turn, never finding you there, but I can't stop looking.
I can't stop looking though I'm afraid that if I saw you it would
not be the person I knew but the ghost returning to haunt me.
The frigid breath of the wind attacks my senses but cannot turn
my mind from its anguish.
I find myself walking out on the old river bridge and as I look
down on the cold dark water I think, in my despair, another
story ending.
As I watch the water flow by below me I feel a hand slip around
my arm, pulling me away from the rail.
I turn and see you drawing me toward you and I know its not the
ghost for I can see your smile, your eyes.
I look into your eyes and in the depths of your eyes I can see life
itself and as I drift deeper I can see another page turning.
