The face on the bent

The percussion in my head and the shimmer of the sight,
A lot of the first, a bit of the second made me walk the night

A lot later, after only a few steps, I saw a face too tired to smile

Carrying that face was the rest of the body standing in the bent

Earlier he said, in the paralic waters, he was angry , he had yelled

Funny, how I could only see regret and a little disappointment

Said, his day had been red and the night was running blue

And of course, If I could have I would have painted them each

I paused; Let my vivid imagination run wilder than ever, 

yeah!! the night in a deep purple and the day in a light peach.

Soon after the night was no longer there to be called mine
As I moved on, I witnessed the moonlight touch the sunshine

The white wavy ghost

The disappointed, white wavy ghost whom I couldn't understand
spoke to me in a voice so sweet, as he sat on the back of his hand

High in his hopes, deep in his expectations, he sat next to me

scared, in fact petrified he went up and down his unsung song.

despite his blurry words, regardless of his being a ghost,

his melody left me wondering- "What could possibly be wrong?"

Pretty soon, bored of reading his expressions, I asked him to write.

"I'm afraid of ghosts." evidently bizarre, made me ask why it was so?

 He paused for a while, shrugged twice and wrote "I can't wait anymore

They are just too busy haunting humans, getting their own ducks in a row."

"Aren't you afraid of humans?" Clearer than crystal, this time he spoke.

Speechless. For he had asked me a question, I didn't have the answer to,

I picked up the pen and the paper he dropped, handed them back to him

"For the times you don't know what to say. Accept this from me to you."

The disappointed white wavy ghost left my house, took his first flight.
As he left, he spoke to me in a voice so sweet, "oh!, Is that why you write?"