You looked straight through me like you saw a ghost

A spectre thin and gaunt as heaven’s post

That leaves the sighted rich and bare

Ravaging the sight so dim and rare.

There were no easy option, no gentle caress

The winds of fate did not easily bless

The sighted ones, now so earthly blind

Thoughts and feeling without charity in mind.

It was a short and cold glance to the left

To see a lover of love so much bereft

That her sighted eyes could never see

The loveliness that courted her endlessly.

He looked for her in every woman sought

A faithless lover dreaming dreams for nought

Except to say adieu and a courteous farewell

Broken and mending the ghostly breaches spell.