I became your ghost.
You were the castle
that I haunted.
We talked of times & things.
And - of the failings
of our feelings.
Asking questions
of answers
that could never be.
Do ghosts die?
Can castles cry?
Blatantly ignoring the signs:
PLEASE KEEP OFF THE PAST.
PLEASE DO NOT TALK TO THE GHOSTS.
We talked of things & times.
And - of the feelings
that had failed us.
Time out of mind.
I became your ghost.
You were were the castle
that I haunted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And, my dearest Irishman, are ya not talkin to tha ghosties right now, in tha poems ya be a'writin? ? ? Yes, you are? What a relief 'tis! !