I don’t know who she is...But she stands nearbyGiant and peculiar with great delicate hairHollow eyes of glassy reflectionBlue tinted skin that shows gray in the lightWhy stand there beside my door?Does she want something, could it be me?I never see her, yet I know she’s thereWearing a sunhat by my moonlit bedroomVelvet book sitting tame on my arm Why stand there alone?Even though your presenc...

It delivers itself so very softly,Evokes visions of Blakean spiritsDrifting towards intangible quarters-The transition of the selfTo a heavenly destination, by degrees.A chimera perhaps, a fancy,To some no more realThan fairies and elvesFrolicking in a supple garden,Natural evaporationSuggesting salvation-The salve of immortality-And reassurance of ghostsTo this small house of grief and need.L...