I heard you whisper ever so softly
It was like the sound of silk brushing
When your head touched my blouse
I saw you dance ever so elegantly
With your gaze enveloping me
Just like we danced many times before
I felt your caress ever so gently
Like the rose petal falling on my cheek
When you woke me up on Sunday morning
I heard you whisper
I saw you dance
I felt your touch
It all felt so real
So hauntingly real
But ghosts don’t talk, I’m told
Milena Celap
Copyright ©2007 Milena Celap
Published in “Poems with a Pulse”, by Self-Mentor Publishing, Canada, ISBN No. 978-0-9783128-0-0