Will of the Wisp
A poem
A poem
I stood and watched the darkness
set upon the straggled trees
in dreamlike state, adrift in mist,
oblivious to the breeze.
A sideways glance, a fleeting dance,
a glimpse of wraithlike white
my tortured mind put life
into this veil of fading light.
Though bare of feet, bereft of clothes,
I stepped towards this wisp
and shivering, I touched its hand,
a chilling icy crisp
that led me far beyond the bank
towards the moonlit pool
where both of us embraced
the water’s sparkling liquid jewel.
the muffled sound
of voices that burbled from above
just seemed to call on family, depression,
but not love
and all those starched white uniforms
now fading in the dusk
could not prevent the winnow
of an empty broken husk.