Keskare’ Floats
By Cliff Paris
Copyright 2006
Turn On the Flashlight
Check the closet
And everywhere under the bed
Cause I saw something move
Don’t be afraid, Its only her
Visit for a minute and she’ll leave us undisturbed.
Detection sensors Don’t work
Alarms and charms are childs play
Letting in anything, anyone extraordinary
Like those who have already been
and those who have been here already
Keskare’
Keskare’
The kids say
You are the Most
But Why Daddy Why
Of all the ghosts
Does Keskare’,
Keskare’ Float
I’ve locked myself out again
In the rain and she tries every key, on the ring, in the latch
And the sound is like a teacher, trying to etch algebra
Into my brain
She brings me tea when I worry
Or I’m Cold
And she lies when I ask if she thinks of the past
I sip the tea pleasantly
Its never enough, to really harm me
Chorus
She plays her little piano
Sounds like a greeting card, with the battery about to go.
She rights wrongs, when the ball goes over the fence
Hits a window, or makes a dent
There’s a note that she wrote in the fog on the mirror
And I catch it before it fades away
It’s a heart with an arrow
She’s In Love, Keskare’
Chorus
