I searched for you in photographs,

In truths and strange ideas.

You haunted me with whispers

And stilled my restless fears.

I searched for you in hunger —

My veins did yearn for light.

You haunted me with whispers —

An essence of delight.

I searched for you in diagrams

And mysteries profound.

You haunted me with whispers

And turned my gaze around.

I searched for you in kisses,

In skin and hearts and dust.

You haunted me with whispers —

A flame of fragile trust.

As I journey through this labyrinth —

Through tunnels of my death,

I hear a haunting whisper —

A pure and unseen breath.

And the demon-claw of hatred

Yet hovers here above...

Still haunted by the whisper

Of the ancient Ghost of Love.

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