Summoned

Another ghostly poem from my past.

Summoned

Silver slivers of moonlight

Slice through naked branches

Seeking out shades and shadows

A spotlight on the world beyond

Where death does not dwell in darkness

But returns to display itself

In the shape of an unquiet soul

A spirit unseen, unheard, except

By screech owl and demon bat

Whose eyes follow the intruder

With curiosity, knowing

The veil has been pierced

And they are in the company

Of what lies beyond

In turn, the wind whispers

Its own welcome

And the shade pauses

Appears to listen

Before drifting on

Towards another voice

That has been calling

… and calling

… and calling