The Rose

This is a supernatural Poem about a ghost whisperer.

A lovely bird without a song

The silence tells me something's wrong

The bird flies south while I follow the trail

I find a boy who looks kinda pale

 

He asks me if I want to walk

I say yes and tell him to talk

He was a soldier who died last year

He asks me why he's still here

 

I don't know what to say

But I try anyway

How I can see him I don't know

But I refuse to let my fear show

 

He tells me about his life and death

About how it felt to take his last breath

He wants to go on or at least try

So I give him power to fly to the sky

 

Has he finally moved on I wonder?

I see his face in the distant thunder

I walk to the spot were he stood and froze

For he had left me a shiny red rose.