Literature
Ghost
Unseen, my love, I follow from on high,
On thermal skies, at nature's whim,
Like petals float on midnight breeze,
Or silk upon a lover's skin.
Love binds me here, and begs me stay,
Like a memory of better things -
The sound of bees in summer's heat;
A butterfly with painted wings.
Do you know I'm always here with you?
Can you feel my presence, ever near?
That gentle breath of summer air -
My soft blown kiss into your ear.
But oh, to hold you once again;
A beating heart in chest that's bare,
Your strength and warmth enfolding me,
Your gentle hands run through my hair.
Would death's cold hand forsake me, then,
If I could kiss y