A thousand people haunt this world
Living, breathing, in synchronized harmony,
Their starry hearts beating as one.
Life flickers by like an old film,
Captured in moments,
Ones that stand out shining like sweetness
And others that weigh as much as devastated dreams.
A thousand people haunt this world,
Ghosts of a thousand different shades
Watching a thousand different lives they left behind
Play out and unfold from the secretive depths
Of a thousand different souls buried deep.
A thousand people haunt this world,
The world in which I am.
So many people, so many ghosts
Dwell here in this land of sun and moon,
Earth and sky and ocean depths.
I am being, being so,
And I live too brightly sometimes,
I shatter into shards of shining scintillation,
A combustion of happiness
And I am no more thought, only feeling.
And I live too darkly sometimes,
I feel a fissure along my right ribs
That rips my heart from its cavity in my chest
And I am no more thought, only feeling.
A thousand people haunt this world,
A thousand starry hearts beating as one.
A thousand people haunt this world,
Today, the number’s down by one.