My Friend the Wisp

She was like a burst of light,

A will-o’-the-wisp:

A sudden thing of beauty

From a realm above the rest.

Anger? No –

She was not like them, the others,

Not useful like them.

She was the beauty we’d lost –

The beauty we’d lost with secrets well-kept,

With spirits and sprites and our ghosts.

She came

She went

And we bloomed in her glow

And felt grateful.

 

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