Ghosts
   by Sarah Elizabeth Hume


  Falling crystal,
  surpassing the pearl of broken clouds.
  To the earth it falls in whispers 
  like ghosts upon the wind.

  And through the air the voices haunt me
  with visions of dark eyes on cold nights,
  when no blankets were needed to warm our frozen flesh
  and bodies melted together like snow in June.

  Salted tears fall down pale cheeks to the empty spaces
  and I hold the emptiness as it trickles down.
  Somber are the ghosts of our love that
  come in visions as clear as the stars.

  They tear into me beyond the wounds 
  of earthly cloth,
  So lies my haunted soul...