Darkness is my midnight
My mistress and my muse
It is my heaven, my hell and my purgatory
This midnight Mata Hari has betrayed me
It has made me intangible and un-vilifieable
It has imprisoned me
A ghost train rider
Station upon station passes
Stop upon stop I call out to passers by
Those who are tangible do not hear, see or react
They sense that they can not make me whole or happy
They know just as well as I that their reality
That their mundanity is of no help or use to one such as I
One who stands trapped and invisible within the bordello of time
Trapped in the darkness between womb and tomb
Trapped in the darkness of lust and love
Trapped in the darkness between the beauty and the bounty of pure passion
Darkness is the ghost ship upon which I sail
Darkness is the ghost train upon which I ride
A lost, forgotten and forsaken spirit
Intangible and un-vilifieable within the bordello of time
Alone within the darkness