There are all kinds of ghosts in the world. All kinds of things that haunt us. Sometimes they aren’t of the spirit variety. Sometimes they come in the form of the things we wished we’d said, in the memories of people we let slip away, in the kisses that we wish we’d shared, and the places we regret not going to.

“The spirit is willing,
but the flesh is so weak
I wanna kiss her lips,
but I kissed her cheek.
Just hear my request,
give this one on fair way,
please take me home before it’s too late.
Bury me deep,
cover me with snow,
wrap me in sleep,
blanket of ghosts.”

“Blanket Of Ghosts” by Dustin Kensrue
from the album, Please Come Home (2007)
Song Of The Day – October 1, 2011

On a certain kind of lonely night, the kind that chill you in ways that are not weather-related, it is then that these “ghosts” come-a-calling. To dance around us. To taunt and tease us. To wrap us up in a “blanket of ghosts” that feels something akin to longing and to “I wish.”