04-08-2015, 12:02 PM
This is a reunion that never happened.
Ghosts of love
She walked each day at sunset
to let the slip-rail down
then stood and stared along the track
that leads from farm to town.
No dust was ever moving,
no sign that he would come.
With darkened heart through darker night
she made her sad way home
past willows that stirred gently
in sunset's final breeze
upon the mound above the creek
where baby slept in peace.
In dreams the wind blew wildly.
A ghost. She woke in fright
and set a lamp to guide his way
in case he came by night.
She died last night at sunset.
Her life had passed her by.
I left a light to show her love
where ghosts of love must lie.
Ghosts of love
She walked each day at sunset
to let the slip-rail down
then stood and stared along the track
that leads from farm to town.
No dust was ever moving,
no sign that he would come.
With darkened heart through darker night
she made her sad way home
past willows that stirred gently
in sunset's final breeze
upon the mound above the creek
where baby slept in peace.
In dreams the wind blew wildly.
A ghost. She woke in fright
and set a lamp to guide his way
in case he came by night.
She died last night at sunset.
Her life had passed her by.
I left a light to show her love
where ghosts of love must lie.