Spirit

Spirit, waft among the dead,
Calling out to those who seek it,
Spirit, letting death go to its head,
Lure them close and take them away.
Spirit, haunting its former realm,
Do not let them see you,
Spirit, destroying peace and calm,
Don’t let them sneak a glimpse,
Spirit, let your death not part
You from those who seek you still,
Spirit, without soul or heart,
And yet they want you back.
Spirit, will you taunt them by returning?
Why dangle hope in their faces?
Spirit, though you are still yearning,
Don’t give in to the light.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman