The Ghost of His Love

The scents of

Dirt and Sand

And Blood and Water

Floating on the waves of Air

A white summer dress

Fluttering in the breeze

Held down

By the dead weight of her

Stained with the lifeblood she shed

To see him again

She sleeps in the Sun's warmth

Her hand reaching

Yearning for his

Her dreams carrying her

Away to where his soul rests

High above the bright blue sky

 

And the sand shifts around her

As he embraces her

Holding her close for a moment

"I love you," he whispers

"But you can't stay here

I'm alright

You must go back

Live for me"

She wakes

Lying on the beach

Salty tears pouring down her cheeks

Her cuts healed to scars

Still feeling the phantom arms of his Love

Always surrounding her

Author's Note

This one was kind of experimental... What do you honestly think?

Reviews

[Pale Rose]

This made me sad!! I feel like she tried to commit suicide but the ghost of their love came back to heal her, and comfort her. Hopeful and depressing at the same time, quite the mix :'(

I like the way it's laid out, though I think it would be a bit better if you split "And the sand shifts around her" into a new stanza. Also, caught a typo! "High above the *bright* blue sky" :)

Great write!

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

Thank you very much:) And she did try to commit suicide to be with him again, but he wouldn't let her. I think I agree with you on the split, and again thank you for pointing out the typo:) Its great to get a fresh review:)

[Pale Rose]

No problem! I love it when I get constructive criticism, and I'm glad you appreciate it too. :)

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

Don't all good writers? :)