Lover’s dream or dream’s lover…by G. Mramor

Ghost of Raynham Hall, Norfolk England

That goodbye I wrote I wish away now, yet the word has roots, and a tower grows, and old it vanishes into the sky that never changes from that sliding day and falling shayd when I made the word take root, and only when old do I see its form full and clear and all the weathering my longing and damage, and wrapped inside me as a stair goes a name wrought upon the stone as the ghost upon the windowpane in the tower’s last dwell and cove where I dream a ghost and a word

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