"ghost" by June Babcock

ghost

Love,
You are dreams and inspiration.
You are the still path I stroll upon in evening's soft embrace -
The wind, your breath in whispers falling across my face, my limbs.
You are the spring rain in the garden of my heart...
The summer sun these wild vines long to reach,
To touch -
To bask in the glory
That is you.

Oh how I've longed
To see your face,
My ghost!
I am your disciple, your fool.
I trace your footsteps in search of a part of you -
Nay,
The all of you-
The whole, the everything.

Forever I will search for all that is you.
Forever I have waited, my life,
My years.
Without you, I know I am only half alive-
Yet still I breathe.
Why?
For the very thought of your existence -
It is that which sustains me!

Minstrel

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