That ghost of love past
has come to me
most unexpectedly, and
I, who thought the world
predictable, have found
that I know less of future
pleasures than past pains.
So beautiful a ghost that
fears have left my heart
like demons from Pandora's
crate.
Demons,
do not dare return to me
for you will find no place
in this now joyous soul.
Demons,
do not dare return,
for beauty has now filled
the unimagined spaces of my
mind and drawn me blind.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 5:52 PM UTC
That ghost of love past
has come to me
most unexpectedly, and
I, who thought the world
predictable, have found
that I know less of future
pleasures than past pains.
So beautiful a ghost that
fears have left my heart
like demons from Pandora's
crate.
Demons,
do not dare return to me
for you will find no place
in this now joyous soul.
Demons,
do not dare return,
for beauty has now filled
the unimagined spaces of my
mind and drawn me blind.