Like a ghost in decay

Like a ghost in decay

14 April 2016

Courtesy fubiz.net

 

Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow

Through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler

They fabricate reason for a token to show

Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour

 

The king tries for treason as the daffodils slow

Fading garland surrounds the beard like a trawler

Flowers out of season smother traces of snow

Flickering net makes grounds for souls to grow taller

 

You called upon me once like a ghost in decay

The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow

Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway

 

For beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow

I offered you sun’s bunce web of golden threads’ play

You resumed aging game sliced orphan and widow

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy ohbthewayblog.blogspot.com

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