The Ghost Of You.

Your eyes glow with pure affection,
Emeralds, inside a soft complexion,
Sunshine smile of golden beams,
Or moonlight on a silver stream.

Your tiny hands rest warm in mine,
Upon our table of auburn pine,
Essence flows from palm to palm,
It floods me with your tranquil calm.

I close my eyes to breathe you in,
Smell and taste your ivory skin,
Hear the breath escape your lips,
Feel life’s pulse on fingertips.

An impact flash and all has gone,
Empty chair where you belong,
Morbid memory becomes a hole,
A deep dark chasm in my soul.

The ghost of you is in my mind,
That visits me from time to time,
When I’m down or feeling bad,
You remind me of the love we had.

Kesav V Easwaran
Touching lines, Steve...the loss, grief, love and the sentiments- all- come weighing down in your well written poignant piece

Marie
A very poignant, haunting write from your skilled pen, Steve. Memories so poetically penned and artistically expressed. Excellent crafting! Thank you for sharing and blessings always....

Dream Weaver
the ache that runs through this lovely piece is so strong Steve as is the love you have for them.

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
So absolutely beautiful..."The heart cannot be silent!" Dorothy A Poet Who Loves to Sing