The Crossing Poem by Katz Haus

I dream of a ghost
Faceless, floating
Over a vast and roiling river;
Beckoning, a world away
Past mountains insurmountable
And deserts divide
A foreign land scarred
With twisted fractel paths

I dream of a ghost
A profile silhouette
And hear words whispered
Like chaff on the wind,
'I'm waiting...'
I stretch the cords
That bind me to my world;
Still, they hold.

I dream of a ghost
Face in shadow
I see the bridge now
And hear whispered,
'Cross with me...'
This land is not mine
Are those words for me?
I look around but can't see
The light is too bright.
There's so far to go.

I dream of a ghost
And wonder
If it was only a dream.



January 2009