Ghostie

Did you feel it, like a sigh

Maybe Ghostie passing by

Soundlessly — I wonder why

If you turn, or come too near

She will try to disappear

Might as well be made of fear

Yet she lingers, looking grave

Haunted by a glance you gave

What could make her act this brave

There! She risked a look at you

Flicker-brief, and timid too

Almost scared you might go “Boo!”

Ha! She tapped you on the shoulder

Now she’s scared that you will scold her

But it means she’s growing bolder

Then, a draft upon the air

Lifts her spider’s-web-light hair

Spooked, she scarpers. Then, oh where

What’s the secret that you keep

Hidden from the keenest peep

Deep as dreams in deepest sleep

Not a word, though, not a sound

Ghostie’s lips are silence-bound

Locked like frost upon the ground

Maybe one day, maybe soon

Underneath the palest moon

She will grant a precious boon

But, till then, she flits and flies

Distant as a faint moonrise

Watching with the palest eyes