One Good Thing

I’ve only ever been in love with ghosts.

I’ve only ever felt the kiss of shades.

And when I look at all the love I’ve lost,

I wonder if my debt to life was paid.

Or will this pain and suffering go on?

Will this recurring nightmare ever end?

Will good things come before all hope is gone?

Is something better there around the bend?

Beyond my sight, beyond my mind’s dead eye,

where up to now I’ve only danger seen,

and now I’m on guard, fighting stance, war cry,

but hoping I don’t kill a pleasant thing,

that one good thing to make it all worthwhile.

That one good thing that brings a long lost smile.