The Lover's Ghost

Dearest Matilda,

It seems like only yesterday

You sat beside me where I lay

Your song was soft, my book away

You stilled my laughter, chilled my play;

The scent you wore bedecked my face

Your kiss, a fleeting touch of lace

Then darkness seeped into my room

Dejected and a forlorn gloom

You lifted up your hands so high

I tried to speak and ask you why...

Your wings had carried you to me

But who are you, angelic, free?

Your mouth so sweet... a honey bee?

Flitting your love from tree to tree

Yet tortured hands, so deathly pale

A victim of Demons wail

I see you weaving too and fro

On the cusp of 'stay' or 'go'

I loved you once, oh! This I know

As pure and white as winter's snow

Our spirits bond, our love is deep

Even God had cause to weep

I touch your cheek, a frozen face

My love, Mathilda, wrapped in lace

I dream of you throughout the night

I try to grasp and hold you tight

But morning comes and you take flight

I mourn a thousand years, each night.

My heart a drumbeat to your tune

I watch and see you leave my room

I love you, dearest darling ghost

Please come again, for me to host.

Forever yours,

Lawrence Corby xx