The Ghost And The Flower
A ghost found a beautiful flower
And stole her away in the dawn
To a place where the water was hard to drink
And the sunshine seldom shone
And he watered her with kisses
But his water was stagnant and old,
And he warmed her with soft caresses,
But his hands were sunless and cold.
Now his eyes are a basement window
And his mouth is a murky jar
And she'll never again a flower be,
Living in the eye of a star.