The Wind-blown Ghosts of Love

The wind-blown ghosts of love

Whistle like turtledoves.

Day escapes night’s velvety glove

‘Twas once below is now above.

 

The wind-blown ghosts of life

Whisper like those who fife.

‘Twas only yesterday I knew

Happiness when I found you.

 

The wind-blown ghosts of give

Washed away in God’s sieve.

I look for you each morn and night

But you have gone beyond my sight.

 

The wind-blown ghosts of hope

Escape me now, I cannot cope.

If you had stayed as you once were

I’d thank you for what once we were.

 

The wind-blown ghosts

Have no hosts.

Empty gusts,

All is rust. . .

©2015 Linda L Labin, PhD

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