Ghostly whispers
Of a mind numbing melody
Traces across whiskers
Of a late night parody

Twisting mental graceful notes
Into a lovers grasp of tone
Kissing gently through tropes
Of stories told over songs
While gently swaying with history
Meant to to give peaceful hearts
A time of blissful allegory
Singed by events suffered apart

For a moment the time line
Of life begins again
Teasing images of sanguine
Wishes whisking sublime

Images past traumatic scenes
Ever present during awakening
Hours reliving a wistful epiphany
For a time when life is not surviving

Spectral murmurs of phrases
Of hurt and anger are appeased
At least for a time and place
That for now means peace

11/09/2025

Posted on 11/09/2025
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