SHE GHOSTLY GLIDES ALONG THE HALL
AND PASSED MY BEDROOM DOOR
I SMELL HER PERFUME IN THE AIR
JUST LIKE IN DAYS OF YORE
MY AUNT NELLY HAUNTS MY SOUL
SHE'S LEAVING ME NO REST
I FEEL MY HEARTSTRINGS START TO KNOT
AS I SCRABBLE WITH MY VEST
NO TONIGHT YOU SHALL NOT GLIDE AWAY
YES TONIGHT WE SHALL EMBRACE
YOUR SPIRIT YEARNS FOR LOVES SWEET DREAM
I'LL KISS YOUR PHANTOM FACE
SO PLEASE DO GLIDE AGAIN TONIGHT
SO GENTLY PASSED MY DOOR
AND I WILL STEAL A KISS OF LOVE
AS WE DID IN DAYS OF YORE
Amazing in its wonderful yet blunt simplicity. Bravo.Bravo indeed!
Amazing. The love in this poem reverberates in my mind...I feel the presence of this great Aunt Nelly....probably born in the days before telly. I feel the author has stood up and exclaimed in all honesty I LOVE THIS WOMAN GHOST OR NOT. More please Mr Claridge...MORE PLEASE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mind blowing. It touches soul. I love it.