Soaring into the living once more. Into the lawful.
A dazzling wonder materializes before my eyes.
A lovely face and frame prances through my text threads.
A thought to end all the other thoughts comes alive and dances, swirls in front of my unbelieving notions.
The ghost speaks to me intently.
It comes through her, and I hope she notices that same doubled surging delight going back and forth – the flashes of happy.
The glances of “is she watching the way it’s wanting to be watched by her?”
And I am watching over. Doing my best to show I drink every subtlety she serves up.