n that special twilight time when sleep still holds on
I felt the softest touch of breath upon my neck
As whispers floated out of the shadows
I felt upon my lips the gentlest little peck
Gentle hands softly touching my body
the blanket was laid aside as he drew near
a subtle shadow just barely seen
but he let me know there was nothing to fear
A young man who had given up his life
to protect everything he held dear
was now caught in the twilight space
but was being allowed to appear
As I gave my love to him that night
I felt the deepest pleasure I have ever known
I will share my nights and my love with him
neither of us will ever again be alone
Think what you will, believe what you must
but my story is oh, so true
the love of my life may be a ghost
but my skies are always blue
spiritraven (Connie Wine) 09/22/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem