With Ghosts
A long time ago so almost a mirageIn a tree shaded house by a road filled with ghosts per se :
Once we were so close well almost as one
Locked in tandem pose, and nothing was done,
Borne on wings swept in light like mirrors the sky
On a lake in the night without knowing why
Would I lose you, lose you me, atom by atom of satin decay
Wrapped in the heat of growing cold looking away from another day
Has come and gone to stay so far, for who can see what is not there
Still looking on to play the star or something else like anywhere
A time long ago so almost a mirage
In a tree shaded house by a road filled with ghosts . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2019-05-06 at 18:41
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