Walter C. Edwards

She kissed me this ghost of Aberdeen,
touch me with her soul,
quit obscene, of a longing,
lost love, so it seemed,
She called out William,
where have you gone,
off to war far to long,
our children are all now grown,
where is my king William,
that I have know,
I miss our time together,
nights shared in our abode,
the ghost left me,
empty as she was,
a rose on a grave,
but place in a vase,
Just so.