La Sentinelle Blanche

The White Guard

There she stood like a ghost in white drapery

Gleeful in all anonymity

Of thick leaded linens

With light transparency

Like a silver lining reverie.

Jumping,

Swaying frantically,

Trying to catch a dream.

Sinking relentlessly into dark waters.

Like a nightmare,

On a cold winter morning

With a missed silver lining reverie.

R. D’SOUZA