Ghostchild 1985

and though you lost  me running in the wagons of time
the skelletontrain continues riding trough the stations of memory and light
i'm sure  i'll find u little boy in a closet down the hall
with sliding doors of oakwood on cold metal rails
as i'm flying in the morninglight down the stairs looking for the buzzing bell
the houseghost surrenders in a kiss of phantomsilver
your pulse beats so fast in the watercircles
the spring of youth will suck you in and throw you at again
and your heart will shudder out your chest
fearfull flourishing petals of ecstatic pink blow trough the ceiling
the bedroom is a roofless box  sinking in the belly of the sky
as she slides her crystalblue hand into it gently and soothing
the light ebbs in your body and rolls around like a violent star
breath blooms from the lips
an oval sound
has he escaped or gone back ?
into my body.