Mischief Wrought

O playful ghost, fly
Across the fields and elder graves
Til you come to me;
Then settle down, hold my hand
With love we once shared.
Your absence was a burden,
But now you return
To lift the woes from my mind,
To hold me tightly
And merrily call my name.
Linger o’er my heart
With enticing whispers spoke…
Then in an instant
I turn, but you disappeared
Vanished on the breeze.
O playful ghost, mischief wrought
Never will you see,
That you leave this burdened heart
Bound in worry and my pleas.