Throw me a line

Throw me a line

Let it be an anchor

To arrest the drift

But ghostlike

Perhaps you see me

As a shifting shadow

On the water

Dancing in and out

Of a moonbeam

A fine silhouette

Barely visible

Against the night sky

Perhaps I am no more

Than imagination

A shiver of wind

Lifting hairs

On the nape of your neck

Substantiality once defined

Itself as mine

Before the storm of ages

Came to steal it away

In its cruel disguise

Invisibility

More than a cloak

Less than you believe

As it removes so much

Of what once was

The space it leaves

Largely inadequate

Is of passing interest only

To a kindred spirit

Listening to whispers

Prompted

By the wonder of

A memory.