A sprite deleted the loving letters

and somehow, deleted your poems.

It put up some ugly spiteful fences

to keep me here at home.

The sprite was right-

The setting was wrong

when along came the night

where Love didn't belong.

Left are only ghostly letters

and files of phantom poems.

You will always mend

your spiteful fences

so I can never again roam

unbroken into the night

under the future's flight

above the past now gone.