There are those dreary nights

When one swears to hear tapping

Out there, or in my beleaguered mind

Fear, isolation, and other destructive blights

 

Or is it a ghost

After all, I lived and loved

Made glaring mistakes in my lust

those of which I should not boast

 

The radiance, beauty and dare

That voice so wild and untamed

The way she entered the room

like a Greek statue, arms aflare

 

I keep hurdling in anxious temptation

Is there a greeting, within my tortured soul

My heart beating, in a doomful cry

the pounding, I fear, is my final Damnation

 

There is a rise in me

some misty apparition of hope

So I did take advantage of my aging feet

and checked the door to see

 

Before me, a milky darkness

There was silence, yet a silky flow

Strange threads of white

teasing me, and my moral starkness

 

Two golden wings appeared, waving

and then turned to black

Speeding off or disappearing

I could not tell in gasping breathes craving

 

The story was told

but the end was in my room

As I turned to see a wedding dress

tattered and cold