In the shadow
It was decided that me and my ghost
would hold vigil at the stone on top of the tomb
The sky was watching closely from above, what’s there deep down
Below? I did not know
If that was love or pure madness that had driven me
To assist. But then my ghost insisted
It was hard to resist the preying eyes
The white knuckles, the inviting lips.
She needed a companeer,
Somebody to hold her hand while she’d cry for the loss
Long denied, much too feared.
And the oak trees stood witness and the sky watched above
How the howling and sorrow found a word that was love,
And the nails grasped the earth that was covering the dead
And she cried, and she weeped, while I waited ahead. And the pine trees stood witness
And the moon shed a tear. Thus I dreamt in the shadow
drawing back in my head.
G.
