Immaculate Ghost Poem by Patti Masterman

Immaculate ghost, I haunt these round walls,
waiting for any small message
that come

Impossibly defiant, this old heart of mine,
intent on finding your body's
frail sums

Fair smiles fading like dappled sunlight,
In this world your eyes the one light.

Trees that breath with your same breath,
tombs that sigh of future death;
found everywhere and nowhere

A riderless horse may sometimes approach,
in these wordless hours of reproach-
but you are not there

Fair smiles fading like dappled sunlight,
In this world your eyes the one light.

You are the lighthouse stands watching
the sea; guarding from grief and the
churning tides

Immaculate ghost, can you come inside?
The door’s opening wide.