Since I am still in a reflective mood since Halloween/Samhain, I thought I’d blog this poem that was published some years back. I’ve heard it said that you can’t ‘keep’ a ghost, but to me that totally misunderstands the nature of the Otherworlds that surround us.

Ghosts

Sometimes when I turn my head,
You’re almost, almost there.
I catch a word, as yet unheard,
The essence of your prayer.
I sense my need to know you,
I feel you everywhere.

You’re waiting in the garden,
Or lingering in the hall,
I feel the breath of sparkling death,
Gathering like a pall.
I don’t know what you want from me,
But sense your anguished call.

I do not know the reason
That makes you stay so near,
Yet keep your post, sweet watchful ghost
There’s nothing you should fear.
But I wonder why you chose me,
And why you brought me here?