Near the old chestnut tree

I idly wished upon a falling star
far away in the night sky
and glimpsed your ghost
passing by

under a silver moon
with fair hair streaming
down your cheeks
and you were glowing white
as if shimmering

and still your voice
was filled with love
and soft almost as the breeze
blowing above my head
through the old chestnut tree

and sadly we had to part
at the start of day
and your goodbye
still lingers with me.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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