Variations on a Ghost Theme

moon
         light
from the window
                         seeps
  
around the ghost

envelops it in a milky aura

folds into   its body   as it glides
through walls


in a cowl of ghosts, I would
twirl in slow motion around
their twirling pirouettes
their disconnected
hands and feet
dangling from bodies
that radiate a white gauze of light, the
fingernails of silver scratches
that graze the furniture


hovering in the air 
of our mutual dreams

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Dave wrote a ghost poem, and then it became a prompt for a gang of ghost poems in the comments: If there were such things as ghosts

I'm joining the Ganga line with this ghostly poem. [thinking of the Hindu Goddess Gaṅgā who reincarnated as the Ganges River.]