the autumn wind carries all of the ghosts they catch on me and hide under his sheets they make their nest in my clothing seams possessing my bones and my being we waited til the morning where the sun did rise but the moon still lingered in his weary eyes ghosts fill my head with such rotten things and with the loneliness that the cold air brings the room was dim so i doubt that he could see my cold shaking hands and my reddened cheeks a part of me wished to crawl under his sheets but i sincerely doubted that we would sleep so we waited til the morning where the sun did rise but the moon still lingered in his weary eyes betraying a good heart to satisfy mine but he s a ghost i never thought i d find