Kevin Michael Bloor

The Ghost of Me

Dawn is breaking, but I’ll not be

forsaking you; not now, not never!

For though today our ties you\'ll sever

Unbinding you for now, from me

From me, I know, you\'ll not be free

 

For when my bones are buried deep

within the earth and soul does sleep.

The ghost of me will haunt you still

beyond the grave’s cruel, craven chill.

 

I’ll watch you in the fading light,

a phantom, who you cannot fight,

nor drive away, for I will wait

outside your once frequented gate.

 

Until your children dressed to mourn,

bear you away one breaking dawn

In tears, for what you meant to each

now that you too are out of reach

 

Dawn is breaking, yet my heart’s

no longer aching; it wings its way to you

just like it used to do bled me dry

and left me here to die

Where with my dying breath

I whispered it:

I’ll dream until your death.