Photos Of Ghosts

Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon
Ten million stars
And the whispered harmonies of leaves
We werer these
Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love’s reverie
Across each cover is written
«Herein are Photos of Ghosts»
Of ghosts, of ghosts
Of the days we ran and the days we sang