Breath of Ghosts

I hear the breath of ghosts
Hiding behind the wind
Like an icy choir exhaling
A promise to rescindI hear the breath of ghosts
Escaping from their lungs
Calling forth the names of those
That took away their tonguesA temporary permanence
A fortress of onionskin
With motives so transparent
With no means to an endI feel the breath of ghosts
Like fingers on my skin
Tracing senseless patterns
Revealing nothing in the endI hear the breath of ghosts
Whisper in my ear
With every drooling syllable
It preys upon my fearA temporary permanence
A fortress of onionskin
With motives so transparent
With no means to an endI hear the breath of ghosts
Blowing through the trees
Hissing out a warning
Awash with its diseaseI hear the breath of ghosts
Slowly fade away
With ever decreasing frequency
As colors change to grayA temporary permanence
A fortress of onionskin
With motives so transparent
With no means to an end