Photos Of Ghosts

Black roses laces with silver

By a broken moon

Ten million stars

And the whispered harmonies of leaves

We were these

Beside a dried up fountain

Lie five dusty tomes

With faded pasted pictures

Of love's reverie

Across each cover is written,

"Herein are Photos of Ghosts"

Of ghosts, of ghosts,

Of the days we ran and the days we sang