She is still alive

A ghost in the fog is all you need,
Instinctively follow deny the footprints,
Your fingers touch my soul,
As my eyes at you wince.

Follow down its path,
Dont listen to me,
Youve held me in my waking nights,
Your rights are to be above my glory.

Dance in the mist,
Thats when you close your eyes,
Wind stings your delicate face,
Under your dancing feet my palm lies.

In your dream you are caught,
The ghost knew youd be pleased,
Like a draft I swept in,
Having only been teased.

Short lived are your dreams,
I diminish them for you,
You comprehend disarrayed grief,
Drugs make you the Mother I never knew.

I,the only child,
Something here is compelling,
I think I love you through your haunting dreams,
Your love for me produces swelling.