Speak to the Ghost

And shimmering Moon

Like a face

Beneath water

Rippling gloom

Bind it and cast it

From the room

Let it shriek

and moan

till the crack

of doom.

Obsessed

And oppressed

By memory,

The wind

Stirs the curtain

In mockery…

And nothing

Of our time

Or world is left,

But the image

Of you

In your white dress.