Dreary Eyed Ghost

   

A dreary eyed ghost

walks along the coast

his soul slumbering in casket

o’ put to golden roast

now winters don’t stop him

trampling upon the frost

autumns shower maples

springs become his host

what colors you fly

which spirit he asks, you boast

my time lies behind

I am well past that post

what stones do they offer

when pearls rest in coffer

as shovel pushed the earth

they called the funeral proper

wooden tears dripping

made him laugh the most

a dreary eyed ghost

walks along the coast

sailing on the dreams

    raising the last toast…

                                  

                                                                                        -Varun Sihag