A Rainy Night Visitor

The air is drunk on the scent of trellised roses Snails draw trails on a rain soaked white washed shed Shapes draw eerie life like human poses Stars reside among white clouds overhead. I saw her framed in the arbor in your garden Chatting with kids now raising kids of their own Her visit did not illicit a word of pardon She would be proud to see how they have grown. My shadow a shimmering path across the grass Invited me into worlds now torn apart But present tense reigned over memories past As my mind bowed gracefully to my longing heart. I was not surprised or saddened by her presence She is ever present in all that matters most At times like this when I feel her very essence I wonder who's alive and who's the ghost.