Ode to Nature Which Manifests Itself as a Darling Ghost

Lovely, lonely, tiny ghost!
Behold! Tell me, where does your heart belong?
She looks at me with empty sockets and a big smile,
Takes my hand in her ghastly claws.
“Turn your head, miss, towards the distant shore,
Now you see where the mountain lion roams.”

I ask again, talky ghost,
Behold! Tell me, where does your heart belong?
“Miss, do you hear the waterfalls,
Where sirens sing to the lords?”

Once and for all, I ask, folksy ghost,
Behold! Tell me, where does your heart belong?
Mist of grief covers her face.
She looks at me, despair in her voice.
“Miss, have you ever seen the dance of a swan, the deadly swoon?
You shall find me in the twilight where the sun meets the moon.”

You did not answer my questions, phony ghost,
Behold no more, you shall go on your own.
She dissipates into a glistening fume and bids goodbye.
“Miss, alas, I belong to everywhere, to nowhere, to everyone, to no one.
Search for me in a wavering black-eyed Susan.”