Ali Dineen

Heaven is a ghost I saw sleeping on the clouds that were gathered when the storm winds tore my wedding gown to shrouds.

Heaven is a ghost though I knew her as a friend

We danced upon the barricades Between my God and men Oh, and how she hid between the trees That were taken from the orchard Where the serpent tempted Eve Where sunlight shines in colors Of the sea and black and bright And heaven's ghost the gardener Growing fruit upon the vine

Heaven is ghost like fresh flowers on the grave of the child of bereft bandits robbing pilgrims of their pay.

Heaven is ghost of memory gone by to the cradle of oblivion where sleeping children sigh.

how she will reach my heart so when she whistles through the doorway where the spirits yet to go where moonlight shines on marble through the mausoleum's gauze with heaven's ghostly ink upon the signatory's gloss

What she leaves behind, I cannot say.

When she passes on into the day, like a ripple in a boat.

She flutters by me gently, and just as soon she's gone.

a ghost like a ghost in my machine making trouble for the night watchman with terror in his dreams heaven is a ghost of all I knew before I passed though I beckoned her to stay with me I knew she would not

And how she suffers my heart so When she calls me from a distance That my spirit does not know Where twilight brings a shadow Through the cemetery gates And heaven takes my heart Against a feather's ghostly wing