Little over nightly days and ghostly wails—
Comes a burden with a ghost,
Deadlier than most encountered,
Still I have the failings that desired—
Less than they required,
Still there, mocking like the wind.
Earth and silver, more than gold—
Still I hear, the ghostly wail of haunting wind.
Love of mine,
Is it you?
Answer, if you can—divine from Death.
I am still here, waiting for your lovely health.
Then I saw the precious silver from the ground—
And a dash of wind which tills the sound,
Crying, wailing, like a ghost,
Name of purity, meaning purity, still sings—
Name of yours, and still haunting,
To this day, still haunting my very dreams.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
Little over nightly days and ghostly wails—
Comes a burden with a ghost,
Deadlier than most encountered,
Still I have the failings that desired—
Less than they required,
Still there, mocking like the wind.
Earth and silver, more than gold—
Still I hear, the ghostly wail of haunting wind.
Love of mine,
Is it you?
Answer, if you can—divine from Death.
I am still here, waiting for your lovely health.
Then I saw the precious silver from the ground—
And a dash of wind which tills the sound,
Crying, wailing, like a ghost,
Name of purity, meaning purity, still sings—
Name of yours, and still haunting,
To this day, still haunting my very dreams.