spirits & ghosts
thoughts grey
the hunting kind
trapped in arbors thick
wild with over-ripe acceptance lined
stay away from the yellow
stay away from darkness binding
oh you spirts & ghosts
the hunting kind
no longer a child susceptible to golden charms & wily ways
with precious fruit awaiting ....
with pearls of amethyst & shells a thousand years old
no longer a child hiding from the hunter behind a pink sky
i am the moon
i am night--part ghost part wild hope
