Into the lawful

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.