Saturday, October 18, 2014

The ghost of a chance


In the old family album, comes that turn in the dance,
where you, are the ghost, of a chance. By her wings, in his glance,
just as we find them — do you see what you couldn’t,
now that they can’t?



2 comments:

Jan/JFM said...

Love this, William...what fun you have with your words and thoughts!!!

William Michaelian said...

That I do, Jan. Lovely to hear from you on this musty old treasure of a day....