Meet Wraith

Let’s let soul rest, for a while.
Ghost, too, if we can. Good words,
Old friends, both of them, but tired,

Worked too hard here, in these lines.
We can’t let go what we want,
Though, the thing that gleamed in them,

The thing that could mean. Let’s say
Wraith, for now. Let wraith work hard
A while—Scots word, no known source,

Used more than once in a new
Piece on why some of you write.
Wraith comes close—there, but not there,

A thing that can mean but can’t
Be thing. We want what that means.