[Author's Home Page]   [About the Author]    [News Page]     Welcome:    ---    LOGIN
 Grandeur Of Melancholy      15749 Poems Read

Ghost Trails

Something ectoplasm by the pool,
dripping down find the horse you rode.

And by the moor, shining by seashores.
That off to another sunset of riding this one out.

Somehow became; haunted by their voices
that got so lost,
ringing in the halls of decorating chimes 

that it follows; the horse I ride.

Vote for this poem

Sign Guestbook Read Guestbook



  [ Poetrypoem.com ]   [ Privacy ]   [Terms ]    [ Start a Free Site ]   [ My Poetry List ]
     ©2000 - 2022 ---------- Individual Authors of the Poetry.   All rights reserved by authors.