Ghosts that linger...
twilight's hush
shadows roam
in poetic whisper.

Beneath ethereal gleam
An Angel's Smile
Sings a lullaby
Symphonic in my dream.

My love, she smiles that angel smile
Staring perfectly right through me
Her eyes now a burn darker hazel
That Still brings me to my knees.

In my ear is her glowing laughter
Which profoundly
is perhaps
the best of me.

As Eastern star, bright she rises
Upon unsuspecting horizon yet dark
Stirs something, slow, deep within me
Keeping alive the faintest of spark.

When that moon decides to set
Small on the western coast
I feel her growing strong inside me
In a place that still Noone knows.

Our shine we, together cast
Slices through the abysmal night
I am quite convinced without her
I could not bear such awesome light.

We give permission to the trees
To bring their shadows out to play
From the weak and weary
We drive all secrets and doubt away.

Her ghost that lingers
here, with love so quietly
inside these frail tired bones.

I've decided is the keeper
Of dirt beneath
My wayward feet
And of ever holy rolling stones

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