Has moved to shine on others’ hemispheres I look into night Seeing the ghosts that sneak a look At me from behind trees Like a radiant glow you cannot miss. I see them But they don’t know that I do.
The dog hops and jumps in excitement Eager to meet a new soul. I have to tell him no and stop Knowing as I do that the ghosts Neither want nor can be met They must hover above the mist, Float on twilight’s fog.
This, okay as it is, just is what it is I don’t know their reality, these specters. I suspect forgotten parts of me Hover and float and glow behind trees Elsewhere, but if so, my ego needs Not their observations. I just hope
My ghosts, like those I have found Looking into night, Watch over them with benevolence Knowing how hard I tried Knowing that I still walk Through the gentle shadows Knowing in them are not the fears As a child I once thought