Born A Little Fey (Poetry)

She has that haunted
look of one whose ghosts
linger close at hand
her eyes seek them out
ears tuned to whispers

Should her expression
change like the sunlight
moving as small clouds
break up summer’s blue
those dreams of her past

carry her somewhere
no one can find her
she’s off and running
a hare lost in grass
as swift as the breeze

Born a little fey
she has always been
borderline ‘other’
in touch with spirits
even as a child

Age dims her vision
only of this world
she sees through the veil
even clearer now
waits to cross the bridge