Saturday, August 23, 2003

Ghost

As the wind blows the hair out of my face
And a sweet aroma fills the air
Shivers run through my body
She is there

As the door creeps open a ways
And the blankets become warmer
My body relaxes
She is there

As the sun rises to kiss my eyes open
and a slight breeze wakes me
I smile and sigh
She is there

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