Apparition

Three hundred years old, a living revenant Oh Lucy, oh Lucy, may You haunt me like a lonely road, oh phantom His mistress, the ghost of Lucy, may Three hundred years old Coffin and cobwebs Steal the night show Lights flicker and taut Eyes and keyholes A figment of the imagination My love is an object of your existence You blind my perception Faint whispers In the corner Shadows for days Outside the shadow of the tree sways The cracks in her porcelain face Will not go away Oh, Lucy may, oh, Lucy may You have led my mind astray She comes to me at night Wearing porcelain shoes The dress of a maid Wearing red lipstick That reminds me of autumn, but May Fingers antique Three hundred years old The ghost of Lucy may An apparition of my heart. (potent).