Apparition of Love

There in the garden

was the place he liked best

here was where her

flowers blossomed and grew


so long now that she’d gone

but here beneath the moon and the stars

they met each night

and shared their love


he now waited for the midnight hour

when he knew she’d come

and as his heart beat faster

he felt her hand slipping into his


he looked at that lovely ghostly face

her smile so brilliant

as she softly sighed

he could have cried


then she rose from the bench

and he watched as she floated along

touching each precious bloom

that in life she had loved so very much


she was so lovely

now frozen in time

returning to him

the only love she had ever known


no matter what the season

she found a reason

to bring him great joy

whenever she appeared to him


in the wintertime

when the garden was covered in snow

she would create snow flowers

that shimmered with a silvery glow


and as he rose to go to her

she turned toward him

and for just a moment

he saw her as she had looked the day she went away


then the careworn face

was replaced by ethereal beauty

a special glow was all about her

this spirit that waited for him up yonder


she waved her hands

and suddenly their love song began to play

he reached out to her

and they danced among the flowers


if one would look over the garden fence

they would see

an elderly gentleman

waltzing with the air unless they truly believed


but he didn’t care

not when she was there

so lovely and so very young

like on the day that they met


and so through the years

while waiting for the angels to come

he enjoyed these ghostly visits

just him and his only love

© 2015 Gypsy Rose Lee

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Phyllis Doyle 20 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

Gypsy, thank you so much for writing this lovely ethereal poem. I have written similar poems and stories on the love that is so strong it overcomes all things, even death. My heart is filled with love and peace for this old man who still experiences the youth and beauty of his beloved. So beautiful.

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bravewarrior 20 months ago from Central Florida

Rasma, this is so picturesque. The beauty of the old man's midnight rendezvous comes through in your words.


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Perspycacious 20 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Line correction, so look for others: "he know waited for the midnight hour"


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Gypsy Rose Lee 20 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Phyllis.

Thank you Shauna.

Thank you Demas.


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manatita44 20 months ago from london

A longer one with a difference. Excellent!


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MsDora 20 months ago from The Caribbean

Age and midnight, youth and flowers--a beautiful tale of everlasting love. Great poetry!


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Vellur 20 months ago from Dubai

Beautifully expressed, great poem. The old man being visited by his loved one at midnight must have given him some solace.


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Perspycacious 20 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Keep that writing spirit aflame.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 20 months ago from Riga, Latvia Author

Thank you Manatita.

Thank you Ms.Dora

I have always felt that these things are possible and especially between two people who love each other a lot Vellur.

I'll sure try Demas. Thank you for keeping an eye out for mistakes. I always try so hard to be sure that I don't let any in and it came as a real shocker to me when someone commented on something I wrote at least two years ago and it has sat there all this time with a mistake. I hate that but what can you do.

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