Mar 2020
The specter resides in ghost light,
A tree, a dark wind.
I saw her,My Love, My Ghost Light.
I saw her,
Over the rise of trees,
Her laughter,
I knew then the turning inward, The backing
Of the rusty ***** from the hinge.
A slapping, a screen door broken,
As the wind turns East,
Carrying you with it.
A tree, a dark wind.
I saw her,My Love, My Ghost Light.
I saw her,
Over the rise of trees,
Her laughter,
I knew then the turning inward, The backing
Of the rusty ***** from the hinge.
A slapping, a screen door broken,
As the wind turns East,
Carrying you with it.
I found this poem in an old notebook, I wrote this in 2002,
I was writing for maybe 6 months. An early gem... TJ.
I was writing for maybe 6 months. An early gem... TJ.
