Lawson Brookes

(Worcestershire, UK)

Ghosts - Poem by Lawson Brookes

Oh, Witch!
Of yesteryear:
Your Ghost..
It beckons ...still.

Beckons:
With passion
Ere not spent;
But lost, in time.

To think:
A nectar'ed cup of love
Was filled;
Yet, ne'er e'en sipped.

Loyalties ... forbade it.
The courageous years:
Made cowards
Of us ...

Again, we may meet:
...Who knows...?
The 'Ghosts'
Of yet another year:

May...
Be...
As...
ONE?


Comments about Ghosts by Lawson Brookes

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: passion, lost, time



Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



[Report Error]