SPECTER

I don't believe in you,
Fair specter that haunts me night and noon,
Never could you be more than a wisp...
Never will the words pass from your lips...
Nor will you come close enough to touch,
Cruel apparition made of dreamer's dust.


I will not wait for you,
Known to abandon without ado,
Pretending fond attachment true
Then fading into nothing new,
Your fabled greatness substance lacks
And I'll not fear your empty grasp.


I never was cut out for you,
Oh ghost insisting that one be two,
You'll laugh at me not one more time
For I dispel you as not mine
And cease to look upon your lies
As having sway upon my life.