Shutters closed so tightly
Everything is hidden out of view
Rooms adorned and waiting quietly
Behind these curtains that I drew
The fire burning brightly
Music fills these empty halls
With me she visits nightly
The vaults echo her call
The paths are overgrown
No one tends the garden anymore
Symphonies performed unknown
Memories from distant shores
Buried in the courtyard
Tapestries of dead desires
Wakened under new stars
Burning like a funeral pyre
She haunts my heart
She knows all the secret parts
Walks through my doors
Like I never even closed them
She haunts my dreams
She knows all my deepest things
Opens my thoughts
Like I never even closed them
vampireweather 
This so so sweet yet sad. Thank you for sharing
Thank you! And you’re welcome!
I have never lost to death a woman that I truely love…soul mate…but you captured what I would imagine it to be like…although she is gone…her spirit would still be a part of my existence…especially my dreams.
Those who say “it is better to have loved and lost…” probably do not say that while enduring the loss. That is always spoken objectively as consolation. To have loved and lost is perhaps the most painful thing a human can endure. Thank you
It can perhaps not be endured.
Muse! You’re back! I missed you š
I’m glad to be back! I am sorry I was so far for so long.
I hope you won’t stay gone too long
Truly lovely, especially the last two stanzas. Also very lyrical; it flows like a song.
Thank you. It was for someone very special
Just so fabulous , I see a man obsessed with his dead lover/wife and the beauty of her love defying time and life’s rules. but also the sadness of a man obsessed with one who has gone , taking with her his life too… for he has given up on life! What a beautiful poem. Congratulations!
Thank you so much. There are many kinds of loss, of which death is not always the most painful. I appreciate the encouragement!
Ghost of a past love, VW, hauntingly sad…to lose that special someone, who is imprinted on your life on your psyche,..and always will be… with every breath you take, you feel as if you breathe for them… xPenx
Thank you Pen. There are places inside of us that not many people will ever find. Places we think are impenetrable. It is a fearful thing to be so entwined with someone that they can enter those sacred places. The vulnerability is beautiful and dangerous
This is beautiful. Thank you.
Thank you! And you are welcome!
ā” The Tale Of My Heart ā” reblogged this on ā” The Tale Of My Heart ā” and commented: Ghost in me, love the title of the poem š
Beautiful it is I just reblogged it, thanks
Wow thank you so much! What a compliment!
A ghostly remembrance, a touching of souls that even through death itself cannot break the bond that is a love through all eternity, an infinite loving feeling crushed and yet lives vibrantly within, until the joining once more, forever…
Androgoth
Thank you for the thoughtful response! š
beautiful as always. your mind has a wonderful way of putting words together š i luv it!
Thank you Jenny
eerie and beautiful at the same time… great piece!
Thank you do much! So glad you stopped by
love is the most powerful feeling we have and when we loose someone that love stays but deep inside right next to that feeling of loss xxjen
I couldn’t agree more š
i love this, bittersweet flowing and powerful.
“The paths are overgrown
No one tends the garden anymore” << a bleak picture
"Buried in the courtyard
Tapestries of dead desires" << loved the idea. what else do we have buried in this bleak imagery. is it all our hopes and feelings too?
"Walks through my doors
Like I never even closed them" << a moment of fright and gloom. but mysterious too.
this poem floats,shimmers and shine like a ghostly halo.
Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate the kind words! š
Brilliant!
well, thank you my friend. Good of you to stop by! I hope to see you again soon
It’s always a welcome surprise to look through the window of someone else’s castle and see shards of your own soul staring back at you…
Well put, my friend. A beautiful way to describe it š