The Lover's Ghost
I am absent from heavens table
for I miss my love.
Compassion from an angel
helped me slide down a moonbeam,
to visit your lonely heart.
As you sleep, I am with you my darling,
the warmth of my love
creating a fire in your memory.
Where we can sit and talk,
in the glow of embers love.
In this realm we can feel love once again.
Let us dance above these flames of desire,
you in your prom dress and me,
the boy, you made a man.
Once again I can hear your whispers,
Of love and a life together.
Carried on a gentle breeze
listened to by inquisitive angels,
smiling from their windows above
Your words seeding my lonely soul,
trembling my world
with dreams for eternity to keep.
Tonight the moon smiles for you and me
for she too remembers,
the tears of joy from our first kiss
slowly running down both our cheeks.
We never knew they were tears from heaven.
Precious was that moment,
for we never saw the hour glass empty.
But pain did not hurt,
for your face was always with me
and love cannot be killed by time.
For our love will endure
and heaven has dreams for us.
For mortal time is but a light,
to pick that one special rose,
that grows beyond this life.
The Clouds of dreams are lifting
time is slipping through my fingers
And the angel is calling.
So a secret promise, I now plant
for your soul to cherish,
wrapped in love
to dwell in the recess of your mind.
To be opened when angels call.
For our prom date is not yet over
the music will play on
and I will be waiting,
to hold my rose once more.
And dreams will be ours to make,
to dance under a smiling moon,
to live an angel’s life.
And no more will I miss you.
My rose, my light,
my love.
Copyright © Steven Cooke | Year Posted 2012
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