I sense your presence nearby
Your fragrance; from afar
It transforms my emotions
Like a tinsel string guitar

It’s something deep inside of me
To know it, I’d be yours
The evanescent blank look stare
Across the distant shores

A look that’s retrospective
Searching memories to date
Longing for an invitation to
The cemetery gates

Where past loves lay to rest
And ghosts are free to roam
Hoping that the day will come
They find their way back home