One Piece by Ron Koppelberger

A Cure for the Ghosts

The rattle of greater acts, in claim of welcome whim
And magic pampering legacy, indefinite in innocent invitation
To enchantress eager dance, bidden in quiet
Will and struggling fancy, a wild exhaustion in evening
Tide skills and dreaming gestures in rush,
A distinction in moldering demand and
Yawning ascent unto the indigo frayed horizon,
In pregnant beloved remembrance of beguiling existence
And quaky breach of ethereal bond,
A cure for the ghosts of mire and mayhem, an on again off
Promise to shades of eloquent depth and grinning
Masquerade in ash.

{Poem by Ron Koppelberger}