ghosts of past.

My love she sows roses
into each cut upon my body
Making them smell fresh
as mourning
Casting out the ghosts
of past Under hope
glimmering dawning
Shall evaporate
stale air
Freedom speaks
Her breath
As i calmly stroke
Her hair
Knowing that my love
Forevermore will be there.
Nardine Sanderson 30/11/2014.
For you my love thirteen xoxo