gravitation

Sometimes we gravitate toward souls
Is it a wonder then that ghosts in tuxedos wander the blocks
So domineering in their intent 
Their interest to the other
Their purpose not to frighten but brighten like angels do

Webs of gold
Their secrets told
In the interest of doves
What was becomes
A lover 
Then sought
Now seeks to find another
Crisis to emerge
The surge of every word
The liquid
Fraught and told.