I dreamt a dreamy place
Whispering homages during ghostly
Sarabands, muted, in sacred breaths.
A soul saving sigh in rooms of light
Left cold in the night like stone
Alabaster, pale flame and ruined hosts
Who guessed, at first, I had interloped, a ghost
Who had no where else to haunt,
So dared intrude; the unsuspecting clan
Pinned to the marble by wings of ice,
The cold breath blown in gasps
And eyes of pale blue flame ignited.
One dance only, I ask is all you grant
And I will depart like vapor,
A dark cloud on a forgotten spring breeze.
© Celeste Plowden 2010