Come with me, O haunted soul,
And share with me your memory
Of life’s travails, winters cold,
And pleasures wilted in the fold.
Of old curtains and blankets torn
When lovers had want for naught
Hearts handed to be ever scorned
When youth embraced a spotted rot.
Cleverly springs a mind in hunt
When souls are all alive in touch
But given o’er the heavy time
Begins to smell the scent of lime.
And burrows in a corner spent
A life of pitted wrinkled fruits
A tepid light on shrunken wax
A man’s last moment ‘fore the axe.
Look up and see the softly pink
A ghost bouquet for life’s aplomb
And smell once more the happy scent
When every touch is heaven’s song.
And smile again for wanton youth
Flare the cheeks in crimson blush
Laugh the heart that breaks no more
When all remains is one last door.
