Ghosts
In a world that is backwards,
Upside down,
In refrain,
Ghosts are the only thing that remain,
Floating about on the winds,
Singing at night,
To the frequency of the stars,
Lost in hope,
Drowning in the seas,
Speaking only to the trees,
Never to be seen,
Transparent images of the past,
Futures slipping through fingers like smoke,
Why are they here?
What should we remember?
Tethered to their own spirit,
In a realm unseen,
Quietly wishing,
And dreaming,
Feeling the pains of the living,
Writing messages of the heart,
Coping by floating.
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Kathleen Wilburn
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