A soft fragrant breeze stirs the sombre leaves
of the gloomy, evergreen trees.
Shadowy moonlight brightens the murky night
with its eerie glow.
I sit by the cool waters of the tranquil lake,
challenging the veiled, translucent ghosts of time,
who keep eternal vigil over the faded spectres
of past lovers,
trying to find sweet peace of mind
from their haunting memory.
Donavon Scott Vinson