the phantom of the opera past
has too long too many decades
sung siren songs into lost souls
a chance word smell memories
opens flood flooding flood gates
too much instant slate clean swept
heart guarded behind solid bolt
locked out class slipper splinters
then comes cobweb time knock at doors
when ghost thoughts words no longer plagues
total solar eclipse dark played heart strings
tsunami earthquake scares solid bedrock cracks
contemporary life sucked out with tsunami tides
true love evaporates spent tears uplifts glowing souls
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem