Dorothy Irene Hillyer
Ghost Muse - Poem by Dorothy Irene Hillyer
Oh my charming conscious of serenity,
a fortune without him surely a pity.
The grace and silence of my feline friend
captures a heart and sadness is a-mend.
Solace quiet creature of oneness
moves ghost-like through centuries.
A response absolute in mysterious eyes,
beyond horizons and all too wise.
Secrets of long ago, I most certainly choose,
to keep forever, a sweet moment of
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