My Ghost’s an Owl

The ghost, brute and alluring,

 knocked on my doors, and I,
am not sure is my ghost wimpy or swayed?
cautious or careless?

Ah My ghost!
tis a long visit or a shortened foray?
an acid reminiscence or a sweety adieu?
What say thou? My monster?

His eyes, the monster, my enamoring monster,
not sure, cherishing or renouncing?
My eyes, got drained, 

my heart worn out!
Could we love and live 

with the outer ghost of an inner coffined love?
What say thou?

Are you a nightingale, a dragonfly light? 

Or one lovely yoking owl wearing out 

my sleeping dormant eyes?

06:30 am, dawn in the morning, 

as your ghost dropped by me,
I forgot to tell you, go away!
Once your ghost got tis asinine let-off,

I failed to tell you go!
My ghost is in love with the owl!