She came like a ghost in the night,
Silently fading in and out of existence
Like the indistinct taste of smoke on water
Gracing my tongue with promises
Of more than ethereal visitation.
Glimmering in the moonlit illumination
I find her pale visage like bleached bones
Glowing from her inner flame.
She felt like cool fire,
Flickering between warmth and isolation,
At once a hearth and desolation to my soul.
She held my heart in hesitation
Whispering of sustenance heretofore unknown
And her smile tilted as perspective fell
At the gates of Avalon.
Yet, passing in the sunlight
Our resolve dissolves
Like particles of ash in a breeze.
Moonlit Poetry 