when her head met the welcome pillow
sleep arrived automatically
but now dreams are sad and disturbing
and dawn the cruellest time of all.
The memories are fading just like snow
when a soft southern wind begins to blow.
She resides on a cliff-top bench
with the warm sun caressing her brow
and hypnotic waves crashing against rocks.
Her handsome husband calls her name
bringing a surge of joy into her heart
but then he vanishes as if a ghost
and she's alone by the indifferent coast.
She views a young couple strolling past
with no thoughts of their mortality
as she stares out to sea with maudlin eyes
tears as salty as the ocean.
Her husband appears once again
for ghosts exist, created by the mind
when it is tortured...and reason is blind.