Ghost Line Sonnet
No one could see it but her
It was blue and sometimes it raged
Dark purple like the highest chakra
Swirling in its absence
So sweet, so good they said
But no, she thought
Not sweet or good but wrong
And thusly, it disappeared
Yet like the edge of the wet sand at low tide
There was a necklace of small shells
That glittered in the moonlight
Waiting for the tide to rise again
Bringing it back
In all its calm and raging splendor
No one could see it but her
It was blue and sometimes it raged
Dark purple like the highest chakra
Swirling in its absence
So sweet, so good they said
But no, she thought
Not sweet or good but wrong
And thusly, it disappeared
Yet like the edge of the wet sand at low tide
There was a necklace of small shells
That glittered in the moonlight
Waiting for the tide to rise again
Bringing it back
In all its calm and raging splendor
