Night Breezes
a wicked ghost whispers
as it passes me by
riding the chilling night breeze
of a distant memory
encouraging me to mourn
for all that I have lost
all that's slipped from my grasp
the chances I failed to take
but my heart puts the ghost to rest
with a whisper of my own
I am who and where
God wants me to be
then the chilling night breeze
turns warm and makes me smile
as I wrap my arms around
today's memory of love pure and true
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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