Intangible, she looms
in the pale moonlight
floating on a shadow’s breath
Always watching
through the night haze
constantly waiting
to be seen in a glimpse
ever silent
unable to speak a word
With yet unseen eyes
she peers over my shoulder
and I can sense her there
seeking to guide my wand’rings
with ghostly nudges
My eyes still searching
wringing my hands
settling into sleep
my heart still pounding
pricking my ears
she may unveil herself
in a dream
or she may allow me to rest
to watch for her again tomorrow
as she glides
between the molecules
drifting in the air
Filed under: Poetry
I am impressed.
This is precisely why I will continue to harass you about writing more frequently.
So this is actually a good piece. Who knew Christian Studies majors were literate? (It’s a joke.)
Do you care to reveal any deeper meanings of the poem?
good stuff…