A Ghost Story Poem by Ronald Chapman

Kind Spirit don't go.

Fell asleep on cold frosty January evening,
Hoping to dream about beautiful things,

Awoke in a strange place,
Scared at first.
Where am I?

In front of me a misty woodland,
Gazing through blooms of cherry blossoms,

A white blanket on the ground,
A warm breeze pushing me down,
A warm mist begins to hug me,

On this quiet Spring morning,
Rose petals rain down in front of me,

Out of the fog,
A ghostly figure of a woman appears,
Yet, I was not afraid,

She took my hand and said, 'Stand my Prince.'
She was the kindest spirit.
Sing and dance with me around this place I live, My lost love,

What a strange place this is?
A place where sadness seems to live,
A mound of green,

Yet!

She shines so brightly,
A free Spirit filled with joy and happiness,
Laughing like a child,

I wanted to run with her forever,
I wanted to run around the world with her,
I wanted her to hold on tight and never let go of me,

Who is this beautiful woman with a Spirit of a child?

Oh no! Oh no!

She's running too fast,
I tried to grab this free spirit's hand.

Don't go!

I want to hold on to you forever,

But the morning sun rose, another morning alone,
A place where sadness seems to live.