~ Ghost whispers~
It's a beautiful day for ghostly play,
Looking at life through ghostly misty eyes of grey,
And looking for
someone to see me
Trying to be all that a ghost can be
I've been changed to fit into this mold
And I was not as most go, old.
My voice whispers in the wind,
As I reach out to be heard my Friend.
To tell you the secrets that I have heard,
I must tell you so you don't whisper in ghostly word.
Sometimes thing are not always as they seem,
And in my frustration for you to hear, I scream.
He will kill you,
What I speak is oh so, true.
He is coming in the dark of the night,
You must my dear hear the whisper of your plight.
Limitations can keep you from being free
And I don't want you to turnout like me.
As you draft off to sleep,
I start to weep.
You hear me upon the crisp lovely autumn breeze,
Flowing in the window through the leaves of the trees.
It is just a nightmare, oh no,
dig a little deeper and you may just see,
That it is not just merely a dream.
Remember one thing,
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem,
In my ghostly sight I see his knife beam.
Will she commit to my pleas and flee,
Did she hear my whispers through the tree.
Oh, I feel the reaper drawing near,
And the killer soon will appear.
Listen to the ghost whisper,
And save yourself my dear.
Copyright ©2009 Michelle Reid