Ghostly Hands

Written by: Richard Lamoureux

Ghostly hands reached into my very soul
In a moment my heart was turned  to stone
All of my dreams were poured into a hole
I was afraid and felt I was alone

Then an Angel came and took me away
Whisked upward on wings towards heavens gates
She saved me even though I didn't pray
My heart restored as she removed the weight

I was sent back with a radiant smile
Once again living in a land of dreams
This is the place I must stay for a while
My tears now flowing down my face in steams

So thankful to be saved from ghostly hands
My heart is now my own to command

I was inspired to try out this form after reading Nette's poem Cherished