Ghost comes to me every single night
With a sound like whispering breath
As she steps through from that waiting room
From that inter world between life and death
A sort of respite, she says, for those not yet ready
To move on, not yet accepting their current state
So, resting there in limbo
Until they accept their fate
Mortal life
Gone
And gracefully
Move on.
Ghost speaks with me gently
Doesn't have any sense of time passed
But I think she is nearly ready
Dread every meeting will be the last
Yes I think she is nearly ready
I think our talking has helped her face
The fact of her demise
She is almost ready for her state of grace
At first
It seemed
She
Was but a dream
But she has brought me inner peace
I am so pleased
To be helping her release
But until she finally
Accepts here fate
I am here and
Anxiously wait
Until
Ghost comes to me every single night
With a sound like whispering breath
As she steps through from that waiting room
From that inter world between life and death