A Ghost, of Colour, Deep ..... Within,
Wouldst...... that ashes,
all..... that be.
For.
Silkened, ribbons,
Now turned,
.......to dust.
Memories, dissipate ......
mere wisps, of smoke.
And who might know.....
A twilight of a dream.
Loveś lost this game.....
Imprisoned for, all .....time.
A wandering soul.
Forever haunted .......
By
Blue eyes.
Giajl © Jim Love