Ghost

The lightest night that field had ever seen,

the starts did not shine but they presently gleaned.

Down below the grass struggled to stay firm

but a gust of winds gently moved them abroad of still.

A figure had sheilded the light.

No way to decipher purpose nor care.

Catastrophically I struggled to remain exalt.

But her presence shouted beware.

I desired to stay but curiosity drew me to

The dew of grass was felt upon my feet.

The light gently guided my way.

I approached the figure and I astonished its grace

Before my mouth could let away a noise,

the figure fell and she hit ground.

The extention of my hand she could not grasp,

the figure faded without a sound.