Sweet Spirit

hello sweet spirit

white butterfly at my home

I am tired of being alone

How does love become known?

All I met so far are disappointing and scary ghosts

In this bleak world I am garbage and mop girl

This isn't the job I applied for

Yet these unloved tools remain at my door

Its after 2 on a Saturday

I keep reminding my aunt and mom to stop throwing my hello kitty cups away

now one has gone without a trace

With you sweet spirit I am guided back to a cave inside dream land

In the dark my sister and nephew refuse to hold my hand

While inside a haunted museum because we can

I feared I would fall

the old junk of clowns positioned at the wall

I was not scared but overwhelmed by it all

the darkness that looms over a sad tomb

Thats all these places are

A remembrance for the dark arts

Undiscovered broken hearts

He says he missed me

but never is with me even for a full day

thats where our love stays

in a haunted tomb

 Sweet spirit guide me away from this gloom

The font changes

Yet the story remains

A former lover asked me over to his place in Burlingame

Wants to show his new aquariums

The delight of fish in blue water brings my interest up

Oh sweet spirit guide me to the place of love

 I am tired of this dream land

Guide me to where love stays

As eternal as a phoenix flame

oh sweet spirit bless the way.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is so good. Had the feel of music in the words dear butterfly.
"I am tired of this dream land
Guide me to where love stays
As eternal as a phoenix flame
oh sweet spirit bless the way."
The above lines. We do want, we do need. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry for love.
Coyote

[butterfly]

Thank you Coyote for this great review and stopping by to read means a lot :)