Theme: Apparition

On the Stairs

Clothed in night she mounts the step,
Her dark eyes reflecting candlelight,
She moves as if borne by a breeze
That lifts her upward with spectral ease.

Nothing of this vision seems real
But I know if I reach out and touch
Her tresses with my trembling hand
My doubts will vanish at her command.


More By  :  David M Gunson

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