Wednesday, September 2, 2015

My Ghost Returns

A glittering thing,
a glimmer, a song,
a slide and shimmy-
shake and long.
Longing is the gift
and ache. Aching is
the absence and lack.
If you want the witch,
entice her back.
The house will creek
the rafters moan, and
the magic enters by
tortuous path.
Balance, off, and on,
shift, laugh, the
madness and tears.
Ghost returns, the
seasons change.
Spirit neglected,
finds sustenance.
Beware, foul, fear
the glimmer, shimmer,
turn away. All things
in their time, turn and
re-turn.

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