GHOST
Michael
Pendragon
I slip between the
pages of your thought
Like silver pennies
sifting through a cloud
To
glisten on a midnight fisher's net.
I tremble as a dewdrop
morning caught
On
lovers' lashes, radiant and proud
As
devil orbs before the dawn has set
And
heaven banished splendor from the skies.
I
dangle from the fragrance of your hair,
Spin silver cobwebs
stolen from the stars
About
your brow to forge a fairy crown.
I whisper of the memories
we share
And
murmur in the thrum of soft guitars,
Caress your figure
like a satin gown
And
hold you close until you long to die.
I watch you journey
through the cardboard day
Kiss silvery tears
that shimmer on your cheek
Like
miniature ghosts on marble walls,
Reach
for your hand and whisper "Won't you stay?"
Though there are further
paths you yet must seek
And
other gravestones where you're bound to pause
Before your little
sojourn here is done…
And
I'll be waiting for you when you're gone.
