THE GHOSTS HAVE GONE

THE GHOSTS HAVE GONE

I remember those nights well
as the moon rose silently
to greet the evening light
I paced the tortuous pathways
of this ancient hilltop town.

As I mapped its shadowed secrets
I swear I shared my strides
with phantom spectral shapes.

And in the slivered mirrors
of those mellowed moon-lit stones
we even spoke at times.

Today alas the ghosts have gone
they are no longer there
and as the town church clock hands
meet to etch the mark of midnight
I walk these streets alone.

By | 2018-04-10T08:43:30+00:00 April 4th, 2018|poetry by Richard|0 Comments