Two Poems


Seraphina of the field
of the clouds and breeze
     on my face like a whisper
     you are my ghost today
before the wind changes


long shadows--ghostly apparitions
dance across mahogany floors
when the breeze comes through the open windows
moving the curtains 
blocking then freeing sunlight 
in an irregular rhythm like your conversations
open and free, masked and veiled, mesmerizing 
tricking me into dancing