A Rainy Night Visitor

The air is drunk on the scent of trellised roses

Snails draw trails on a rain soaked white washed shed

Shapes draw eerie life like human poses

Stars reside among white clouds overhead.

I saw her framed in the arbor in your garden

Chatting with kids now raising kids of their own

Her visit did not illicit a word of pardon

She would be proud to see how they have grown.

My shadow a shimmering path across the grass

Invited me into worlds now torn apart

But present tense reigned over memories past

As my mind bowed gracefully to my longing heart.

I was not surprised or saddened by her presence

She is ever present in all that matters most

At times like this when I feel her very essence

I wonder who's alive and who's the ghost.