Ghost

I shall be the warm, sweet wind of April

That comes to kiss your cheek when you're asleep;

I'll be the purple fragrance of the lilac;

The May time that drift the sky like sheep;

I'll be the drops of dew upon the mosses;

The spiderweb of lace in early morn;

I'll be the bud upon the greening willow;

I'll be the robin that you hear at dawn.

I'll be the crimson bough upon the maple;

I'll be the cobalt shadows of the snow;

I'll be the moonlit path upon the ocean;

I shall be close, wherever you may go...

I'll be the star that rides upon your shoulder...

I shall be Venus, Jupiter or Mars...

And where you walk, there always shall be starlight

Although the night may be too dark for stars...

And when you walk upon a summer's evening,

I'll be the fog that drifts in from the sea,

The fog that wraps its wraith-like arms about you,

And, wondering - perhaps you'll think of me...

I'll be the Heaven's bright October blue,

And when the soft rain falls at last above you,

Ah, that will be my way of loving you...