23 March 2010
looking harder
finding nothing
only clothing
on a clothesline
nothing alters
not even seasons
all is winter
stars holding silence
like glass
one may fall
all sadness
consumed
as if to fall
from eternity
were magic
a spirit writes the words mist pad
on a shower screen
the water running
through its body
like a river
The ghost came so quietly
I knew not she appeared
till I turned and saw her
smiling sadly there.
She looked upon the mirror
as if her image saw
how sadly sweet she smiled
when she had lived before.
one must keep
a clutter free space
on the seat
beside them
for the spirits
who follow us
around
to sit upon
to show them
in their world
that we
care for them
