Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Your Ghost

 

I saw you in the ghost encounter

It held eyes ever so saddened

And I felt the pain from their past life

 

I saw the ghost of your sad eyes

They held the love you had for me

And I felt the pain from their past flame

 

I saw the ghost of your amber flame
It held but a burnt ashen wicker

And I felt the pain from the crying wax

 

I saw the ghost of your snow-globe tears

They held the storm that killed us
And I felt its ravaging pain all over

 

I saw you yesterday passing me by
You still held your proud head high
And I felt no pain evading you
 

I let your ghost quietly hunt me
That holds the sweet heart you once held
As I mourn the man you once were