And of all my small ghosts
Still you persist
My sweet Sammie;
Gladdening my heart
Even as my eyes water
In the glare of the sun.
Still you run ahead
On moorland tracks,
Dancing to the sound of the curlew,
And startling the grouse
Exploding in a chattering burst of panic
From the long grass.
I almost see you, my small ghost,
A joyful, leaping,
An outpouring of love.
A sudden movement in the fallen leaves,
I turn my head to a butterfly
Kissing my cheek with gilded wings.
My lovely, lovely little ghost;
I throw a pebble into the still pool,
And see you dive in a rainbow of droplets,
And afterwards, as the ripples fade,
I hear your distant bark.
As I drift into sleep,
As I fall into the well of dreams,
My hand will remember your tongue
And I will feel the comfort of your warm body
Settling next to mine.