In slumber I lay on white sheets in the barn.
Sweet thoughts of a lover from which I am torn.
I can still smell the scent of her soft fragrant hair.
To my side I find that my Cougar is there.
Calmly he paces.
He claws at my arm to warn me, beware!
The ghost that is floating just feet in the air!
I leap to my feet, my lover is gone, the sorrow I feel will forever live on.
I run to the woods and I turn to see that the ghost is closing in on me!
Only a face, just mouth, just eyes.
But calmness comes over me as I realize,
The ghost is my brother
How is this so?
Perhaps it is love he is trying to show.
Copyright © James Sessions | Year Posted 2013