She stands
On the parapet
Of the bridge
Staring down
At the sparkling blue
Of the water below
Her body slices
Through the stillness
Of the pale morning
At one with the air
Shimmering
And translucent
She descends,
Greeting the dawn
She is ethereal
She is a ghost
Who slips through the cracks
In your consciousness
She bids you farewell
She no longer needs you
She exists now
Only in dreams
And in fragments
Of memory
And in the stories
You whisper to your children
On long, dark winter nights
