- Ghost
- The Ghost
that you can't see
- like
neglected threads unraveled
- beneath
silk tapestry
- lie
tangled, lost, forgotten
- and fade
to dust of ancient days.
-
- Blown on
the wind beyond the shore
- drifts
down upon blue ocean
- becomes
the passing shower of spring
- which
dampens soil where flowers bloom
- gives
life, a new beginning.
-
- Brings
forth the source of hope
- where
mystic anthem raised on high
- and
pleased were angels in their realm
- unheard
by Humankind.
-
- Yet from
such mystic music comes
- first
breath of Love, of passion raged --
- hot
embers in the midst of fire.
-
- But
cooled by autumn rains
- return to
dust again
- and thus
becomes
- the Ghost
that you can't see.
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