Poem - ghosts

Sep 18, 2005 05:12

once one has tasted
the lover's sweet caress
and felt the heaven
in the slumbering arms of your love
there can be no going back

any return to the lonesome nights
spent wishing, spent mourning
is a rebirth to sorrow
and the haunting of every morn that breaks
by the wandering ghosts of her touch

-K'Har-El
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