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© tas 5/3/03 Ghost of My HeartYour face is reflected in the flames.Glowing brightly, you haunt me. I dream, and you are there. I weep, and you are there. You are part of it all, each and every waking thought; part of the dreams that steal my slumber and wake me weeping. Your demons have you now. You fought them for so very long, and, now having escaped, ride unbridled. I weep, my love. I weep that you may not come back to me, that you will be forever trapped. There can only be hope, prayer, that the tide will turn... and that the sweet kiss of morning will banish your darkness.  Back to Poetry |
