Chasing ghosts
That disappear
Into thin, spectral, mist.
Your breath,
Vaporises in the air,
And so do you,
Out of sight.
Chasing Ghosts
07 Tuesday Oct 2014
Posted in poetry
07 Tuesday Oct 2014
Posted in poetry
Chasing ghosts
That disappear
Into thin, spectral, mist.
Your breath,
Vaporises in the air,
And so do you,
Out of sight.
Caro Field Author 
Ghosts, yes but I’m not to sure I want to deal with them. at least not the ghosts of the past….
I know what you mean William but I also think that when you have a wonderful wife, like we both do, it makes it easier!