It was …
It was just like a ghost, …
The Rain that came this night had moments of
Rushing pour yet with fierce determination came the wind.
Sweeping through the overgrown ficus tree where it’s
Branches had become entangled among the rooftop eve’s
Whistling havoc wherever empty spaces drew a path upwards.
Attacking swiftly, then as quickly as the movements had come,
They had gone.
Silence, complete and utter silence.
What shall be offered within this stirring
Essence of ghost-like synergy?
Be it of destruction or delight?
Her senses had become ever more keen
Aware of each tangible string and web of sound.
An eeriness overcame her acquaintance
Presently made aware of the cool
Movements enveloping her
.. . It was just like a ghost.
She slowly glanced upward
With the curiosity
And assurance of anything
Except that of which she was familiar.
Ah, it was only the wind
Freely sweeping in from the open door,
Bringing with it the damp cold.
The door, it had been shut..
Yet with that thought she quickly became
Reminded of its compromised structure.
Left tampered, its hinges ajar
Broken and splintered
Then just left there like that
By the hands of her lover.
With force equal to that of a broken heart
Rushing to resolve the flurry of pain that
Certainly her lips, her kiss, her body
Next to his would soften and quiet.
Her soft-silken skin and scent of bliss
Would cover him in contentment.
~ Their bodies entwined
…Yet this night ..sadly, unrequited
His sullen heart would be.
..With rush of sudden sadness
In swept the wind ~