From the morning sun, radiating the light;
Comes undone my bed that I unravel at night!
Memories of whispers, now silent.
A lost murmuring of laughter and content!
When the eyes sparkle in dewy rose,
The spirit of misty mountain flows!
Like you, they still hover around;
And call your name without a sound.
I want back the part you stole.
You smile bright, glowed like coal!
You left but still hounding!
In my head, you’re painful and pounding!
I still hear your footsteps in my room,
With your false promises, you add to my gloom!
I was blinded by a brilliant sunlight;
And didn’t see you evaporated into night!
Were you ghost with secrets concealed?
I didn’t know your thoughts, you never revealed!
Dreams of you taking their toll!
Do ghosts die or just haunt your soul? …