Her Ghost Passed Unnoticed Poem by Anita Atina

Her ghost passed unnoticed
Craving tenuous form

She gave up so quickly
As if she didn’t belong

She now wanders the land
Looking for a host

To connect spirit to soul
A body to behold

Too often she had looked down
Upon the body that was hers

Treating her sacred temple
Like a hotel, to use and go

Even temples need upkeep
Stones, a mending hand

Or wind and rain do wear down
Your temple into sand

Shifting sands soon bury
Memories that do not sing

A song of life, a song of love
To the spirit that lives in thee.