I Have to Leave my Ghostly Eyes on You
I have to leave my ghostly eyes on you.
How else can I increase my chances of
Our meeting after, when in rendezvous
Your corpseless soul — at last — requires my love?
I have to hold my haunting eyes on yours.
How else will I be able to stalk down
Your hunted spirit first among the blurs
Of death before that other loving clown,
Jehovah, kidnaps it and takes it far
Away to Christmas heaven, keeps you there
For ransom like the missed and fallen star
That I have failed so pitifully to snare?
I have to fix my deadest stare on this
One man, embrace him with my saddest kiss.