The hollow is a group of trees,
whose branches intertwine to form an arch.
A column of noble trees,
standing tall and erect.
However the hallow is haunted,
by ghostly lovers who died there,
on one stormy night,
walking arm in arm
underneath a cloudy moonlight.
Now when the north wind blows,
and clouds drift across the moon.
You can see the ghostly lovers
in the shadows of the hallow,
where they walk for eternity,
linked arm in arm.
Their love has lived beyond the grave,
for everyone to see.
Two ghostly lovers
simply called you and me.
Dark, a bit eerie & so surrealy sweet! Awesome imagework, David...this gem smacks of pristine structure...and inventive concept. Stellar crafting. FjcR
And when the wind blows, softly touching my cheeks...is it you, calling to me? Softly haunting...not to scare someone to death, but a gentle reminder...of you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Back to the ghost storys my friend, has frank said fantastic work...10