ectoplasmic love

Hear me, folks of love and loss,

of heartbreak and of pain,

as I watch you from my window,

when you're dancing in the rain.

I have tiptoed in your footsteps

through midnight and through snow.

I whispered in your shadows, hoped

you'd hear but never know.

Yet, I never bridged the river

of my sorry flood of tears,

and wrote poetry in silence

of your silhouette for years.

Hear me, dancing angel,

in your yellow rainboots bright,

while I melt into the grayscale

of this ectoplasmic night.