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
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.?