A Living Ghost Poem by Norah Tunney

A living ghost

In a fiery sunset blaze
he came
and then he was gone
a dead man walked beside me
in a distant land,
an empty shell
vanishing into rugged shores
and golden sands.
It is winter now
and I am glad to be home
in the plentitude of silence and space
and the benevolence
of this solitary place
and on this snowy night
a memory moves
my pen to write
about a man
who came like a loving flame and left like a living ghost.