Ghoststory about Ghostlove

You've played yourself down
On the strings of my soul.
Have hidden the coasts of the rivers....
Have shown the brightness of coal.

Things come untouchy, life is unreal.
Everything's melted in feeling to feel.

And living's so sharp
And purpose's not far
With letting that harp
Succeeding in keeping
Your flowing of art,
Sweet whispers to star.

Though things are so touchless, memory's fair.
’Cause love was my honesty, deed of my care.

So first came the painting of my heart on you.
Then raining heart’s drops into yours.
Hardest was leaving all pearlies for you
Without a tenderless force.

Touchless picture, we've painted together
Maybe unreal… but perfect love-teller.

Still I hear echoes.
Singing of yours.
Softness. Your touchless fingers…
Bringing those touchless
Harmless joys.
Voices inside without singers.

Imagination. And journeys through duties,
Thoughts of illusions, catching the smell
Of none-existant your body and beauty
Though there’s nothing my eyes are to tell.

Though without touch I feel not I've a bound of
Losing of someone I’ve not ever found.
Make things untouchy, living - unreal,
Prove that obsessions are feelings to feel.

Ecstatic yourself on the strings of my soul
Has hidden the rivers…
In shining of coal.