The Ghost

I have been contented all these years.
But there you stand with wondering
look
and laughter in your eyes.
My heart lies in your transparent
hands
And new-born i me rises.
[unclear: Awe] of your mysterious womanhood.
And restless seeking, like a sea
Groping on cold-grained sands.

Under the vague young moon I turn
To peer at star latticed skies
Breathless as a pale rapt dream
Your peerless ghostly beauty flits,
Haunting my sleep-dimmed eyes.

—Vesta Emanuel