The ghost

The tip of ghost stretched
Into the storm—
His hollow chest steadied 
'Midst the turbulent grey.
His dream disturbed, 
Troubled, over another sliver of cloud—
One redoubted foe; whilst
The moon looked on 
With her half-sauntering eye:
    As a witness; 
    As a passerby.

Dale Chou
2007-02-26