Wednesday, 16 October 2013

The Ghost

This morning you woke and rose,
The Ghost stayed down in bed
Waited and stared til' you made home
Watched the weather, All the way.

The big bold world opened its arms
And embraced all you affected
Thus The ghost sank through the bed
He made it all cold, with Sleep.

So when you returned with visions,
The ghost reflected in the window
And saw darkness All Around;
Heard it in your words; aspiration,
And slid down through the ground.    

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