he was but a ghost now
a spirit
a spirit
without color without life
a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she too
had once been alive
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love
but that
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she too
had once been alive
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love
but that
with his absence
she now like him
was but a
ghost
~
6 comments:
Yes i know this photograph.
Your words with it, very very beautiful.......
What a haunting poem (and photo), Gypsy. I love it. xoxo
wonderful haunting.
great blog, so particularly your own.
thank you lady marion - nothing better than a little haunting, is there - seems i've been hunting the haunted and been haunted by the hunted all my life! ;)
wild magnolia - so wonderful to have you come by and especially to have you leave such kind words for which i think you! please do come again soon, won't you!
momo luna - isn't this an incredible image? it seemed just perfect for this piece - thank you for the kind words here - do come again soon and have a great remainder of the day!
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