breathing ghosts

you breathe ghosts over me, the words once living that haunt me ever more.  in the forest of your mind, i peel the bark from trees looking to find those truths you've hidden from me for all these eyars.  in those most ancient of days when our skin was all powder and innocence, we sang the songs of an eternal salvation that echoed from our hearts and into the air --  thick with sun and honeysuckle.  but when the fall came (as it surely must), death -- she drove you farther from me and you were vibrant malachite -- gleaming shameless and heartless -- cold as the cloud cover brought the rain of ages and slowly carried me from your steadfast gaze.