Jun 2022
as i wander through
a grove of ancient pine
the ghost of a ghost
turns her blue head and nods
whispering a haunting melody
that dances on the west wind
and my progress halts
for her song chills my spine
even as it warms my wounded heart
and despite her deadly smile
i know something beautiful
once happened in this place
so it has been, so let it be
a grove of ancient pine
the ghost of a ghost
turns her blue head and nods
whispering a haunting melody
that dances on the west wind
and my progress halts
for her song chills my spine
even as it warms my wounded heart
and despite her deadly smile
i know something beautiful
once happened in this place
so it has been, so let it be
Occasionally, while exploring, I come upon a spot that seems to hold the memory of some painful event that once took place. But this time, the place felt joyous, despite the beautiful but toxic larkspur that had taken root in the sandy soil. Unfortunately, blue flowers are as rare as pleasant memories.
