Ghost

Gold, Like your hair Like the sun When it rises over Europe, where you are. Blue, Like your eyes, Like deep pools of light- So much happening beneath So many ghosts, So many things unsaid. Tall like you The dreams, the shadows cast As you run through fields Down roads Toward another finish line. Fingers long Like promises, like wishes- Like vines that grow, transcending distance. Warm, Your attention A meditative thing. Conversations with you Hidden in the attic of my mind, You are real and not real at once.