ghosts

ghosts

did the years open vistas

where hope found a home

or cast shadows on your yellow hair

and you

the praiser

whose talented tongue

erected walls of lies

to deeds of men

i too deserved

and you

a scalpel's darling

and you and you

echo in the mindways

fading

i wonder at star crossings

and wishing well your ways

grant memory's reprieve

that met and sundered

we finally came to shore

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

The perfect crossings of ghosts. Rest easy Ed...your still here!

[J.P. Bristow]

That met and sundered, we finally came to shore......this piece is perfect.