One Ghost To Another Poem by Patti Masterman

You are of Earth, I'm water-sign;
Frivolous, frothing, foam will fly,
You are base; and acid, I:
Float on clouds above your soil,
As mud we make, together; toil-

Though you are far, and I am near;
Near as a picture, or a mirror,
I'm near to me, you're farther, there;
There be no friction, then to fear,
There is no face, no voice to hear-

Somewhere long past, our shadows fell
Across each other, none to tell;
Or photos grey-tinged lips, were pressed
When mashed one instant, gainst the rest;
Perhaps one molecule of air, that you exhaled-
I inhaled; still, at least as ghosts, we cannot fail.