As ghosts they come
Often when the sun
Is burning.
And, when the sun
Does set,
Oft you will find
His mind
Turning,
To thoughts of regret.
One day
They
Will no longer come
And the sun
Will, forever set
On his regret.
Some readers may engage
With a yellowing page.
And vampire
And desire.
K Morris - Poet 
A rather deep one today, Kevin. I love it.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin