Conversation with none 3

Conversation with none 3

A ghost greeted me at the 18th century cemetery
Of an old Dutch town with cold arms
“Finally, you came to the right place!” he said,
“I was waiting for you so long!
I knew there was a boy who didn’t know the language of love
Here you get to speak to yours tress tombs flowers and birds!”
I smiled and his eyes sparkled
He was wearing white shoes shirt and a jacket
“I’ve too much fire to contain in me
Often burn others and then cry causing them injuries
And don’t relax! I may disturb you too!” I said and assessed
He was smiling brighter with admire
Said: “No! You can’t do that here!
It’s my kingdom and I’ll blind you with a veil!
Let your fire spread and let it sail
See you can’t even burn yourself
And you can’t burn me either, can’t help! ”
Down in moral I walked through the town of tombs
Puffed my stuff and hummed a song,
“Maybe you have no fire don’t be so sure!
Maybe you dream these all to forget all your failures!”