The Pull of Ghosts

THE PULL OF GHOSTS 1 August 2012 . I look for you . in smiles of dappled dawn light; . in secrets of the dark night-sky tickled by star-sparkles; . amongst rough-barked giants offering their foliage to the heavens; . in the rain streaming tears down my window panes; . in the rainbows laughing wide, leap-frogging across the blue; . deep within my psyche where you breathed four seasons; . And you are in all these places. Why do you haunt me, taunt me, so?