AFTER THE TOUCH : Verse Poem
7 lines x 7 syllables
~ she was touched by a phantom
becoming a phantom too
both boarded coral carriage
......
As I lay here at night, in the soft pale moonlight
I hear from outside the wall,
The gusts, rapid and swift
The sound of your phantom call.
I think, wondering, waiting-
Is it my mind mistaking
The cold whipping wind
Which upon ride your whispers to me
......
AFTER THE TOUCH : Verse Poem
7 lines x 7 syllables
~ she was touched by a phantom
becoming a phantom too
both boarded coral carriage
......
As I lay here at night, in the soft pale moonlight
I hear from outside the wall,
The gusts, rapid and swift
The sound of your phantom call.
I think, wondering, waiting-
Is it my mind mistaking
The cold whipping wind
Which upon ride your whispers to me
......