Descends from wilderness of the stars
traversing in the dark
earthly soil
Looking back
I see that lady in over all white
loosen like
human post of the light
over the wooden turning of
the weeds in the shadow
of death
of fear
of horror
of terrible run away
from weeds jerking
bamboo's hair in
my flesh rising up
like a tamed coy percupine
and the white soul
reverbarating
untouchable as Diana's face
as virgin as Mona Lisa's smile
flows round the night of
sexualizing modern vampire
ascending back into the
wilderness of the stars
twisting among mortal minds
vibrating to believe
the lucrative story
of my ghost fantasy
Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fantasy-ghost-hunting-white-lady/
