Of Spirits, Memories, and Forget-Me-Not

to be someone's muse- a feeling unknown! an honor so grand but beyond my hope, the vastness of the sea before my eyes it's secrets can't be hold in a rhyme, midnight's darkness- a friend for so long now a foe, never haunted me before, a rose by other name can be 'forget-me-not' 'sorrows, sorrows and prayers' always knock at my door, cemetery is the home for the spirits cemetery is the home for the memories, i long for the "good old days" when summer never left me alone, now in my winter's barren land a glittery hope is what i pray for!