Sometimes I see you
standing all alone out there.
I smile and wave, as you vanish
into thin air.
A distant wind comes calling
to whisper a sweet ageless echo in my quiet ear,
in it I feel a warm breeze
... a breath drawing near.
I sense a simple presence
all around,
and feel light footfalls
upon the golden ground.
In the noonday sun
or the blue-moon of midnight,
a tender touch I know I know
pours down holding me long and tight.
The ghost
like endless memories of a certain kind,
comes to abide the empty cooridors
of my lonesome and fragile mind.
Another wow from me...this hits me right in the heart, understanding the loss and pain felt along with the emptiness of losing a loved one. Excellent write.
Really beautiful Smoky, your poem gives life to your ghost. Very well written indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cling to the ghosts. Sometimes that's all that there is. Very nice poem.