This was wrote for and sent to me by one I once was very close to. He is now a published author and has a book out called "China in the Age of Sars". All the works he did for me are copyrighted to me as he said "they were gifts to me". This he wrote over a decade ago.

YOU

I saw a ghost today.
And she was beautiful to me;
A spirit wrought in gold,
Of a forgotten memory.

She floated past my vision,
Under the Sun at noon;
Then wafted over my bed,
One night while full-Moon.

She cast a light about her,
Entrancing as a dream.
If only she would speak to me,
But silence was her theme.

I reached out to grasp her,
She was diaphanous and surreal.
I pleaded for her to stay awhile,
But she suffered to no appeal.

I didn’t want to lose her,
I had lost her once or twice;
Now as she floated away,
It appeared I would lose her thrice.

Why had she come to me,
This spirit that I will miss?
To taunt me with her presence,
And loves lost happiness.

MARK (Mark A.F. Bond)
ps Yes Jo, as I now watch the light diffuse over the western mountains; the sun come up and the tentative breeze blow through the trees, I realize two truths: It is almost 7o’clock, and, I still am in love with you.



Sly

Yer a poet, and didn't even realize it!

I love that poem.

Got to love the wording.

That is an awesome poem . .

Thanks for sharing it.

I agree, the poem kept me reading!

Nice work.

In our relationship I was always surreal, ethereal ect... to him. Here is another one he wrote and sent me;

Jo

She came to me in a dream one day.
A fairy nymph in a Lydian way.

She bore a message from my souls mind,
I am the creation, the genesis, of your hearts mind.

I felt the elation, the joy of my dream,
A happiness, a jubilence, a part of the scheme.

I awake in the morning and know that she is gone:
An angel in flight, to meet the dawn.

We live alone in this day-night world,
A pair, a couple by the fire curled.

Would that she were real, not a dream in the night,
Physical, substantial, not to fade in the light.

Two different worlds, like Proserpine,
Happiness and solitude the choruses sing.

Mark

I underlined those parts that refere me as such. I never was able to to break that spell.

Sly

I am so glad that you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for reading it.
His poems, letters (his letter read as if they are poems), even notes left on the kitchen counter 15 years ago, I have saved as the treasures they are.

Sly

try writing some poetry that isn't just restricted to rhyming.....try just writing some utter nonsense down, then make it poetic......or ya can just stick to rhyming, it's easier.