Ghosts

Ghosts

 

You of long ago

            upon me came calling

in the cold darkness

            of winter's night

just before

            the grey light of dawn

when the black shadows

            are deepest

and the birds have not yet

            remembered how to sing

and the moaning wind

            rattling the windows

dies to sighs

 

In the stillness

            you whispered my name

a ghost voice

            from lost yesterday

breathing our memories

            across the long years

when we walked

            hand-in-hand

by a broad river

            gurgling and sparkling

under a mellow sun

            crabbing across cloudy sky

with spring showers

            and rainbow glowing

when we smiled

            into each other's eyes

and were content

 

But the summer came

            with hot brass sun

to wither the grass

            suck dry the river

and the desert wind

            with searing breath

turned all to dust

            and blew

the goodness away

            till we walked apart

to the forking road

            where we went

our separate ways

            so long ago

into autumn rains

            with someone new

in the afternoon

            glowing of our days

 

Now in this winter's night

            your voice

whispers my name

with faint echoes

of yesterday

            no longer sleeping

in the lost years

            and the nightmares

once more

dreams become

but my love

it is far too late

for gone are those days

and now this night

is deepest

just before the dawn

as you lay dying

but I

a ghost

for you

have long

been gone

 

 

 

(With apologies - I overlooked to post this before, Passed Away )

 

 

See also:

 

000 Haunting/ Surreal - Table of Contents  (for hyperlinks to more of these poems)