The Ghost
Hiding in the shadows,
dancing through the trees,
I hear the silence shatter,
desire on the breeze.
Momentary longing,
for things which come to pass,
singing of the heartache,
from love; never lasts.
Traces of a memory,
moments of a dream,
waking up to wonder,
is it what it seems?
A face appears in the mirror,
yet nothing stares back at me,
a peak around the corner,
nothing there to see.
A soft and silent whisper,
a painful cry for death,
never to be heard,
Never to be realized,
screaming to be ignored,
a solitary sadness,
sinking to the floor.
A wind of grey around,
the last of color fades,
and when, finalliy noticed,
the words are much too late.
Copyright © Evonne Van Gundy | Year Posted 2013
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