my ghost of 1872

everyday at dawn

i set out to see thee

i know that Luke is waiting

in the forest by our tree

i strolled out at day break

with the silent summer breeze

the shadows follow closely

yet rather creepily

i think back to that tragic night

of eighteen-seventy-two

my Luke died quite commonly

a horse drawn carriage- Deathly?

but then i hear his foot steps

and i'm back on this treck

then back to our summer days

the things we did play

the cottage where we courted

also the jokes we told he laughed and often snorted

i neared our place with kind of fear

and as i did get near

the brisk breeze blew

the grass covered in dew

i see Luke's face, i start to smile

reality is far by miles and miles

nothing matters just him with me

yet again i fill with glee

he steps closer, hand stretched out

the woods around us start to shout

they all know that we dont belong

but they know our story and our song

as we touch again i fear

as he will soon dissappear

i am correct as i soon find

as our love is truly blind

beneath the ground his body rots

for i am living and he is not