the wars you've faced have neverbeen of the flesh, you say.of course,you only sound the trumpetfor matters of the soul.you were still fighting your battle with heron the day you said you loved me.i saw your armorbut only thought of you as kingi did not know that i'd met you on the front lineshow was i to know this was a war zone?you are like a haunted housethe way you sleep with ghosts of lovers pastshe haunts your dreamsyet, you say that i imagine her presencedon't you know that i too see spirits?you've left to chase phantoms who call out to youfrom the shadows of harlemyou've been waiting on herwhile selling me sweet dreams to bide your timei do not blame you, for i bought them gladlyshe is your Siren and you have heard her singingyou rush to her shores and your destructionone in the the sameand only look back to tell me not to wait