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Sunday, June 24, 2012

The Ghost of My Dreams
The full moon shined through the window.
That was the way it always started.
I looked out the window
and stared at the bright blue black sky of the night.
It looked strange with the shining white glow of the moon.
A strong floral scent whi
ffs the air.

It was coming.....Just like always.
 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By J.A. Jackson 2012 ©  aka JERREECE A. JACKSON
ffs the air.

It was coming.....Just like always.

 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By. J.A. Jackson 2012 ©

 Suddenly cold air blew around me.
The sensation let me know I was not alone.
All at once a ghastly sound filled the air,
It sounded like the rush of the wind.
I looked up and there she stood.
Her sheer dress bellowing in the wind liked a winged bird.
She was the ghost I saw in my dreams.
By. J.A. Jackson 2012 ©