Thy ghost owns my name

Hear my steps, here i'm still,
walking back through time.
I look for the lost wind
for recover the course of the line.
Thou arrived like silent water
in that winter night.
Only my voice over thy mutter
just like moss covers the stone.


Whence did you came?
Thy ghost owns my name.


Winds of change
blowing again,
hidden farewells
among shouts of help.
Till my howls
break the stone,
till thine hands
rip off the thorns.


Whence did you came?
Thy ghost owns my name.


Walking back
through the past,
oblivion, oblivion,
takes mine own.
Only my mutter
against his voice,
forgetfulness, forgetfulness,
silences my voice.


Where are thou this black winter day?
Thy ghost owns my name.
Hear this song of bane,
thou, whom I gave my name.


Rain starts falling one more time...
while all my world fades.
Water dissolves the paints
of this dark nightmare...
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Hermoso sentimiento​

escribes con esencia...los versos tienen suspiros de calma...​

Saludos ​

y me gusto estas líneas.​

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¿De dónde saliste?
Tu espíritu es dueño de mi nombre.​

 

Sweet letters.
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Thanks for your words.
Greetings

 

I'm not an avid reader on this forum, but with poems like these I see that I am missing quite a bit.

xoxox from Dallas, Texas

 

Oh, thank you very much, but I don't think I'm so good... I only write the things I feel...