And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothings a local habitation and a name.
- William Shakespeare from A Midsummer Night's Dream
I see you every night when I am writing.
At 10pm
you stand
under the sodium light,
opposite my window.
I cannot know you as
you are diabolical, dark
and mysterious.
I see you look at my face
in the window.
I am deaf and
your mouth moves,
but I cannot see what you say.
A fedora hides your mouth.
The Trench coat
hides your soul.
A puff of smoke from your cigar
twirls up like
a wraith, and
it's scent enfolds me.
It says you are Lucifer.
You are in my brain, my imagination.
You are my obsession.
But, I have no fear as
I know you are an error,
a misrepresentation.
You are a ghost word.
You don't exist.
Diana Leighton May 2011
1 Ghost Word - is a non-existent word entered into the second edition of Webster's New International Dictionary by mistake.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dord
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