Ghost

Sometimes I feel like a ghost

Haunting the sea

Against my will

Catching the light

As white as the wings of a tern against the clouded sky

Or the dazzling sea foam

Electric in the wake of the storm

Did you know that ghosts cry (?)

Each time

The living pass them by

Just as we shiver inside

When out of the corner of an eye

We catch something;

a shifting in the light

You know, a friendly ghost

Sings me to sleep

Meets me often in shadows and in dreams

Lives

And I find myself haunting this beach

Close

As passing ships

Fearful of wasting another day

Does someone real stand in my way?

I don’t look for stories

Or click for trace

Of someone who might have my place.

I float disarmed,

Untouched by rain

Ahh but to love is to risk, to live, to lose, to win, to gain.

To love is brave