Ghost 3

At the crossroads I stand

In the stillness of the night

The shadows gather round

You hover beside me

I know you are there

You whisper my name

From your ice cold lips

I caught a glimpse of you

Of your slender form

In the pale moonlight

I saw your raven black hair

Your ruby red lips

I know we will never say goodbye

You will stay with me forever

My child of the moon

Someday we will be as one.

 

© Hazel

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Comments

Big Sal

Mon 3rd Dec 2018 20:09

Beautiful piece evoking nostalgia and soft remorse with a twinge of closure.

Very well done, Hazel, I appreciated the message within.?

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