adamdaniel

The Ghost in the Room

I have set the table just as always,
Though mine husband lies within the grave,
I can sense his ghost about the hallways,
Just a shadow, just a spectral knave.

I have made the dinner for our meeting,
Though he greets me now from other lands,
E’en for him still mine heart is beating,
Eager to recall his soft commands.

I have built a fire with discretion;
I will warm his ghost that tarries still,
Grieving in a cycle of obsession—
Thinking of the hands that made me thrill.

I have worn mine dress of dainty fashion,
To impress mine lover though he’s passed,
E’en till the fire dwindles ashen,
I will honour him until the last.

I have sung our tune unto the gloaming,
Hoping that his ghost might find release,
Ever through the garden lonely roaming,
I will pray an eulogy for peace.

All mine sorrow flickers with the candle,
Dancing for the one I knew and kept,
Even with the pacing of mine sandal,
I am washed in tears so freely wept.

I have set the ornaments in neatness,
All arranged to please mine stalwart beau,
Even though he’s gone to God in fleetness,
I will seek to give a rosy glow.

I am waiting at the chair so gracious,
Sit with me mine darling and take heart!
All the love in me is endless spacious,
And from you, mine dove, I’ll not depart.

ADL