Madeline Quinn - Taunted Ghosts (Poetry)

Taunted Ghosts

Heaven came forth, wisping me up,

A lumbering, dismal land,

My beloved, orange-speckled pup,

A place of tranquility, this garden serene,

I could imagine myself there.

 

The sweet breeze yearned for me,

The misfit, toes kissed by sand,

Sprawled out yonder sea,

My taunted heart rhythm,

A snare.

 

Bound to forget my reveries,

This unknown realm grasped my hand,

Beyond my dreams, succumbed by ease,

Body collapsed,

Empty vessel paid the fare.

 

My soul perusing, heedlessly wandering,

A sought-out place of high demand,

My spirit, divine, hopelessly pondering,

Overcome by eternal silence,

Blissfully unaware.