Ghost Lover
My dreams are haunted,
By a shadowy blur,
A ghostly figure,
This vision of her,
Where did she come from?
Why did she choose me?
This apparition of beauty,
I want to believe,
She knows what I long for,
She’s there in the night,
I grasp for the whispers
My Ghost Lover, delight.
Then she’s gone from my dreams,
When her mission’s complete,
I lay there exhausted,
In the damp crumpled sheets.
for the Brain Tease Challenge
Answer: Whispers
in My poem: Ghost Lover
By Tracey
© 2010 Tracey
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