Another Ghost

The sun slips
behind black silk,
and breathing stills.
Lilac floats
on swollen air.

Small dreams
swim in twilight,
white ribbons
across the moon

I wait
in full blossom
my feet warm
in the spreading moss

A cricket calls, lonely,
from another valley,
in another hollow.
Another shadow.

Another pause


© 2004 Catnapping