Ghostly Love
As summer fields grow plump yet mild,
I dimly lay with swags of blooms
Outlined by duskfall I can feel ;
The heavens flaming realms beyond
Just when his ghostly light appears,
While all the flowers scent the wind
New moon bequeaths this precious hour--
For death and life to meet again
That without words, our hearts entwine;
And rose of morning floats to trail
Within his shadow, bright as love
Until I weep for time gone by:
Across the sky, he climbs afar
To leave a vow of dream’s return.
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Contest Form - B for Broken Wings
12/21/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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