Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A poem ... Sprite

Sprite

Beautiful spirit skipping along
In the graveyard singing her song
 
Falling fast, I wake with a start
A haunting melody pulls at my heart
 
Like a shadow on a cold dark night
My eyes are blind,  my beautiful sprite

Now springing from my earthly bed
I wander once more among the dead.

Searching for that mystical song
And the home where I belong

No comments:

Post a Comment