Haunted

Where echoes the haunting sounds of a pipe yet unheard and a ghostly form have been seen!

The days long gone and forgotten
and a mournful moors of dark paths.
Where a swarthy man came to me,

' My Cathy, she's gone!
Come back to me
and make the devil's
work empty! '

The ghostly form looked at me, with a piercing, bottomless eyes, so dark and keen!

The days long gone and dead
and a sorrowful swamps of dark paths.
Where a light most flickering and pale
came to me,

'Have thou seen a Heathcliff, my only
love and true to me?'

Where did thou hearest the echoing
moors and the wind howling under
the trees?


I am haunted myself too,
by the faces so dear to me!

I am haunted myself too,
by the days long gone
and dead.


So sit by the fire and lit a candle,
cause now it is the story time for
days long gone and forgotten.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I am haunted by memories, the ghost seem to leave me alone dear Sarah.
"So sit by the fire and lit a candle,
cause now it is the story time for
days long gone and forgotten."
I like the above lines. Us, who love to write. I believe we seek ghost of memories to create. Good morning dear Sarah and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote