My own private ghost town
 
Ghostly hooves within the night
The distant thunders hide
Neath shining moon so bright
Where seekers once contrived
To soothe their tragic lives

The old ghost town looms
In beckoning gloom
Creaky board tumble weed strewn
Where tears like star drops
In lieu of roses bloomed

Sorrowed sentiments
From labyrinths deep
Once poets of Angel Wing
Like peeling bells did ring
Mid heartbreak pain and strife

Unseen windowed moonbeams gleam
Who knows what lurkers be
Has my lonely soul been seen
By the ghostly poets
Of Angel Wing

I hear their words of phantom sleep
Heroic deeds unseen
Their words sad living things
Of fond desires they dreamed
The sandy song they sing

Tis best to be discreet
Let bright demeanor
By sorrow be unseen
for here amid this wreckage
Is where I wish to be

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Distant thunders hide
The hard rock hands of time
Neath shining moon so bright
Where miners schemed and strived
To find where gold did hide

The old ghost town looms
Where moonbeam windows once did gleam
In beckoning gloom tumble weed strewn
The creaky boards of old saloons
Shine like tears of star drops

From golden beams
From labyrinths deep
Where poets of Angel Wing
Like peeling bells did ring
Deeds of brawn and valor

In buried tunnels underneath
Heroic deeds performed unseen
Have I yet been seen
By the poets of Angel Wing

Their words of phantom sleep
Shall haunt my lonely dreams
Their wishful laments
Their desires once esteemed
Of taking ease and finer things

Tis best to be discreet
Let bright demeanor
No ghostly sorrow see
for here amid the wreckage
Is where I wish to be









By Star Rover

© 2011 Star Rover (All rights reserved)

 

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