They don’t see me, but they feel me everywhere. When he touches her with his one good hand, he feels me. When she kisses his scorched eyelids, she feels me.   I woke

The man walks up to our door.  I can’t see his face, but he can see me looking at him through the window.  I know he can, because I

I wandered across the moor, Intrigue guiding my heavy steps, And history and memories pushed my journey on. The ghosts of Kathy and Helathcliff flew above me all around And they laughed and

It smells like opium dancing in your nostrils With a rush of wind flying through your hair And the kiss of sun sanctifies your cheeks As you cross the sands of gold