My Ghost Lover

                  (Sestina)


Every night as I stroll in a nearby park
I always see this lady – pretty as skylark
Her hair was long, black as the night--
Shimmering silver, accentuated by moonlight
Rumor was: she’s the nymph in the forest
If you fall in love with her, she’ll take your soul

Her beauty has captured my lonely soul
I never miss my nightly stroll in the park
Especially when one full moon of a night
I heard her lovely voice, tuneful as a skylark
Her voluptuous body reflected by moonlight
Adorned the façade of the silent, dark forest

We became lovers and daily part of the forest
Never wanting to miss each other every night
Even when it’s pitch black, without moonlight
Her lovely voice would guide me from the park
Until I reach our haven—comforting my soul
Then would cease, as if resting like a skylark

What a fairytale! I was smitten by a skylark
For it was one with the nymph of the forest
Such revelation, languished my restless soul
Can’t eat nor drink every single night
Even the silhouette bathing in the moonlight
Can pleasure not the lonely sight in the park

People walking and jogging daily in the park
Took a good notice of my poor, and lonely soul
And the absence of the lovely, singing skylark
Thinking it was consumed by fire in the forest
That happened when lightning struck one night
Witnessed by not a single soul, but the moonlight

I’ve been always fascinated with the moonlight
Casting shadows that dance in the night…
Keeping everything alive within the forest
Now that the trees are gone, so is my skylark,
As I continue my daily stroll in the park
Hoping someday, it reunites with my waiting soul

Restless souls we are, dancing under the moonlight
A lovely apparition in the nude, but brightly-lit forest
Turned out my lover was that lady, raped and killed in the park!