kind ghosts beckon from the gathering blue
or leave behind a crystal shoe
valentine cakes all frosted pink
no Valentine in sight
treasures from the very brink
of sadness melting into dew and overnight,
kind ghosts gather in the deepening blue
when all the shadows
knew you knew
the day was fleeting
so were you
the kite string with its thread of gold,
let go
on a day when the wind was still.
kind ghosts.
will they find your lost jewels
a day in school you missed
being home with a fever
your tryst with antique volumes
illustrated by the Beautiful itself
suddenly falling from behind the shelf
and in plain view...love in a mist
odd recipes, blueprints uncovered
worlds of the once upons discovered
filed out of place
when you were new.
mary angela douglas 13 december 2016
