In the cementery <br />There I stood <br />I was afraid of ghosts <br />The night was calm <br />Peace is resonating <br />From the darkness <br />Ebbing tide <br />Of suductive winds <br />Brought upon me <br />The most warm and secure feeling <br />Of radaiting, Tranquil love. <br />The ghost lover <br />Known by others <br />By the name of <br />Giest Liebe <br />She walked through me <br />Not able to with hold <br />My inner secrets <br />As she read my thoughts. <br />Staring at my weakness <br />But I could read her mind <br />Her thoughts were not of <br />Solving earthly problems <br />She noted, put those behind... <br />In the monents we linked together <br />I was left with the only thing she could give me <br />The feeling of unending love <br />I woke up never to see or feel her again <br />The Love Ghost <br />Left her trace<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/giest-lover/
