The Ghost of a Chance

I'm haunted each night by the ghost of a chance. Softly she sings of forgotten romance. And I lie awake just to watch her dance In the moonlight from the window. Appearing before me, impossibly fair. An echo of memory, lighter than air. And I cannot touch her, but she knows I'm there. And if she cares, I don't know... And I wish I could just forget. But it hasn't happened to me yet. Now here she comes, before me she stands The ghost, the ghost of a chance... I'm haunted each night by the ghost of a chance. Softly she sings of forgotten romance. And I long to hold her but I know that I can't... 5/14/2019 Epic Ethereal Editor Poetry Contest Sponsored by: William Kekaula