Not a prince nor a knight

He was not a prince but he had the grace of an angel

He was not a knight but he was worthy to be part of King Arthur’s men

He was not Einstein but sometimes he was wiser than Confucius

He was not a supermodel but…

but his eyes were as blue as the see after a storm

His lips the sweetest to kiss


And she…

She was only a shadow

born as a shadow

just nobody to the ones she loved

and no matter what she did

he was not able to see her

always invisible

always

being a ghost was not that hard
(after a while you get used to it)

and everything seemed to be just fine



but one day

the sun was shinning in a different way

or maybe the wind was blowing from a different cloud

or just it was in the Master’s plan

one day for just a moment

a short and at the same time a-lifetime-long moment

he was able to see her

and from then on he became the only one with the especial power to reach her
to reach her and touch her heart

but the moment flew way

and again

He never saw her for she was a ghost
she’d been always a ghost
born a ghost
always a ghost

just like the only ones that really mattered
he saw her as a ghost


so
(as you may guess)

a fatal night

a stranger’s lips caressed his

the pain closed her throat

then


she decided to became a rock

and her heart became a stone

in her veins the last trace of emotion died

while the music filled the air as an ancient weep

a half-filled martini cup evaporated alone on the table as he drove away

and she

forever

remained as a ghost


(also in the memory of Elizabeth H)