Your Ghost

I rub my grained body on the tees on unclearness...
I free myself from the scab of life...
The bark seems so deep tonight...
The cortex seems honestly...
Tonight...
I saw your ghost on the edge of the woods tonight...
A worstly played game and the believing in the uninjured and among all the trees I feel so alone...
I have never asked for this, I've never, never needed this...
Tonight...
I saw your ghost on the edge of the woods tonight...
Where is the sun above the treetops?...
Who gave the promise to awake?...
Where is the dawn between the trunks now?...
Where do you hide in the brake...
Tonight?...
I saw your ghost...