Phantom

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Havenless ghost, restless dreamer, wandering host.

Lover of leaves, her lovers are trees—

Spirits whose mists entangle and twine

At dusk.

 

They say she is human; she tries to be so.

Until the wailing winds woo her—

Her façade shatters

Like crystal.

 

She flees to the mountains, seeking her lovers

Who bear the scars of greed on their steep slopes

Matching the scars of her soul cut

By society.

 

She dances and twirls, slipping in and out of the embrace

Of dimpled sunlight in green-haunted hollows

Shadowed

By the curse of paradise.

 

She is one with the green

And the fog

And the wilderness

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         She is only a ghost.