Friday, April 1, 2016

Poem: Ghost (Heather Dawson)


You are all ghosts
Specters I cannot reach or touch
You are another's
You are of another world
You hide yourself away
In a fortress of ephemera
You keep a castle moat filled with ice
And loss

And I cry as I reach for your touch
Any connection would do
Hold my hand
Stroke my hair
Dry my tears
An arm across my shoulder
A hand on my belly or breast

And as I write this I realize
I am the ghost
Wandering ethereal through your lives
Smiling shimmer silver
stars at my feet
moon in my hair

Maybe so filled with dust you cannot grab hold

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