Ghost

by Suzan Abrams

Hide from me. Do not cry. I must go but will return. I will come to you in the morning light. On that day, the moon will shine at noon. A smile will garland my face and bless the footsteps of my coming. I am your angel in the darkness, the glide of your fantasy in the slivers of your shiver. When you freeze at my statued halo, you will know I staged my promise. Lay the coffin and let it melt into the sand. I stay hidden in the land that greets your waiting hand.