For who could have known a love so real
An ephemeral touch, a kiss stolen between pages
For who could have sung a ballad so beautiful
A covert unknown, a secret wound between notes
For who could have spun a dance so enchanting
An eclipse of the world, a promise lost between twirls
Soon the dark gave way to dawn
The wind blowing away old promises
Soon the piano ceased playing it's tune
The song losing its way in the woods
Soon the dancers left on weary feet
The ballroom curtains swallowing back their ghosts
All he left was his warmth on her skin
His fingerprint on her cheeks
Kiss sealed in butterfly wings
And his promises written on flowing air
His voice and his touch
Nothing more than a touch of the breeze
Soon he was a memory, a midsummer night's dream
The ghost under the curtains, the song in the woods
For who could ever cherish a nighttime fantasy
For who could ever learn to love a phantom
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Poetry
PoetryPieces of poetry that hope to create vivid imagery, colourful worlds all your own and most importantly, intricate emotions waiting to be deciphered that can help you in your own endeavours as a creator.
