Ghost

Pine forest, cool wind,
Bamboo swaying in the sunshine,
Lonely Sunbeams fly through the morning mist,
Sunshine kisses my cheek,

Mist filled with ghosts,
Left behind from the night,
Cold wind blows away the fog,
Only one ghost remains,

Watching a memory walk in daylight,
How strong the warm wind blows,
Until I am no longer cold,
Until your Soul touches my heart,

Suddenly my heart is filled with loving memories,
A warm spirit wraps me in her arms,

Unable to let go,
Of her kindness, her joy, her love...

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.