The Ghost of Us
The Ghost of Us
by Amy Merideth Swanson 5/14/2012
Newly birthed
the spring time of its beginning...
fresh with health and
rosy pink,
blushing cheeks....
new love
so innocent and sweet
is born
slowly crawling
walking
running
seeing life with new eyes
each first bursting with excitement
love grows
in summer sun,
full of wonder and amazement
~ hearts falling ever deeper
with each touch, each whispered kiss
private moments, soul and spirit entwined ~
beauty
budding
blooming
proudly, for all to see.
years go by
autumn's breath
reality sets in
and love
has seen a battle scar or two
some memories are hard to face
and hardened scabs have formed in place
but still
a depth remains...
and so love fights
for life
winter coldness comes
with bitter chill
love trembles, weak
freezing blue, icesharp
bitten
by betrayal's deadly frost
an open wound lies bare and unprotected
disease of lies
makes its abode
where honesty at one time laid its glorious head
and trust flowed freely like the purest river
love's lifeblood harmony
...now discord in its place
slowly rotting
to the core
each precious memory that love once held, so dear in its embrace.
Pain travels
deep
with no remorse
to its undistracted destination...
terror journey to the heart
golden essence, love's light, once bright
~ snuffed ~
with blackening rot
the rancid stench of death now unmistakeable
and
ever so slowly
bit by sorrowed bit
comes the decay
pervading
all that remains
the skeleton of what a love once was....
haunting memories
within sad shadows of the night
still whisper
of the love that died.....
the ghost of us.