Hallucinations

There have been faces in the windows
Motioning when the light glances the glass
The wind has been whispering in the willows
And people appearing in wood cracks
They carve messages with my name after "dear"
They signal, hoping that I will hear
Hoping that I will see, but alas, I have been sane!
I obsess to keep my glass filled to the brim
And caught up in this never ending bane
of sipping and refilling; I have forgotten my verse
I have forgotten want, I have forgotten my thirst
All this was told to me last night by morse code
Which the rain beat up as it splat on the road
The force talks in its own tongue
But only the beggar with the empty bowl
May feel the glory of the harmonies sung