The ghost
The wind of the morrow drew near –
Scribbling my thoughts down,
now is it a story or,
just these random words?
Laughterin their voices, happinessin their eyes anda song to the way they walked.She had been in love,but not like this, this…
You’re so beautiful:
Palms shimmy by the shore.A tropical hulaAs sand kisses their feet.
A constellation —
the stars write silent stories
I read the night sky
In you I find love
A bright singularity