Ghost

Golden tree tops

tempting wind

blowing in your ghost again.

A teasing trap

deceptive time

Your spirit’s months away from mine.

But months will pass

What if  I fail?

What if we never find avail?

I blew it once

just like the wind

knowing our shared soul within.

I have to see you

just once more

And beg you then to hold the door.

Just once more

you won’t regret

The force of my hurricane is met.

My mind is full

of pleasant grace

just one small hole

please take your place.

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