Love Is A Ghost

My love who is a ghost
Shall find me waiting at Death's Door
My will in the post
My riches given to the poor

Souls who dream of Light like she became
A silver chalice chased in flesh silken wove
What never knows what is in a name
Who becomes The Night that writes my love

Only memories playing musical scores
Rainy days clouds are straying as it pours

She shall find me waiting at Deaths Door
My love who is a ghost ?




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 737 times
Written on 2017-10-26 at 16:06

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text