Ghost

i will haunt you

i will be the gentle breeze in your hair
the fluttered kisses over your skin
the image seared onto your eyelids
the one to walk amongst your dreams

keep safe my memories
cradle my body close
careful, hold tight;
i am like golden sand

don't let me sl i p  a w a  y

love, hold me, keep me warm
and in return, when you turn cold
i will be your warm embrace
i will welcome you home

Author's Note

Yes, I'm aware this has the exact same title as one of my songs. Whoops. (I only realised this just now, too!)

Reviews

[Jess Rose]

I love the ideas in this piece. I can really connect with the way you describe it. Wonderful.

[Brenda Woods]

Ah, thank you!

[Angad Waraich]

This is really good, had a very strong imagery.
The title sits perfectly with your piece.
I enjoyed it.

Well done.

Thank you for sharing.
Angad

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you!

[JenniferMarie]

beautiful. I love how you did slip away. I will be the gentle breeze in your hair. Love.

[Brenda Woods]

Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked it

[KeeD]

This reminds me of the scene from the movie Ghost, where he embraces her whiles she molds clay. It was beautiful, the emotion was high and that indeed feel like home, like the words in your poem do this moment.

[Brenda Woods]

Ooo, I might have to watch that movie - both to know what you're talking about, and also because that sounds like a lovely scene :)

[KeeD]

Here's the scene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vnDNrek_lY

[Brenda Woods]

Awww, that was gorgeous - thank you for showing me that :) Definitely going to need to watch the movie some time.