The Ghost In My Pen Poem by Jeff Siegel

The Ghost In My Pen



The ghost in my pen
Has again let you in
Painting my longing on paper.

A writing of you
In indigo blue
With words that dissolve into vapor.

Too long has it been
Since I last kissed your skin
When my words for you were lyrical.

Then sharp turned your tongue
and each song went unsung,
A rapturous start now satirical.

Yet in the darkest of night
Where dreams and fantasies fight,
A haunting remembrance returns.

With a conscious not of my own
Words evolve in enamorous tone
Until light is near and darkness adjurns.

But what ailment is this
That derives from a kiss
That happened so long ago?

When we said our goodbye
And madness was nigh
Misery came forth on the wings of a crow.

But the dew still sleeps on the lawn
And my pen continues to spawn
Pathos diffused as vapor.

But such verses were not from me
For our severance was as vast as the sea
And briney as the tears on my paper.

So take our moon, and darken the stars,
Look to my nearing with a gentle taper.

And speak of intangibles that once were ours,
Like the kindness of words
Without tears on my paper.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marvin Brato 01 October 2013

Very expressive sentiments, love lingers in time and space! Carry on!

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