Poem -

Dust and bone

Dust and bone

The ghosts inside your soul all those memories you hold.

I can only give you more of me - more of me than others see.

I can't change the world you see.. built from memory - days gone by.Β 

The ghost ship sails on past.

Dream the dream. A future picture. Dont blur the image dont taint the dream.Β 

The ghosts inside your soul, all the memories you hold.

Our spirits rise from dust and bone.. returning for our crown.

We shape what is next. Each tiny step pounding.Β 
Our feet imprint the ground - see dust rising, there is no sound....

It is a look - from within our soul.Β 
We deliver peace to each other in our own time.

We let the new born seconds - our time, shape us now.

We use the strength of ghost ships, the memories of our past..Β 

The gift of lessons that were before us, left upon the ghost ships - sailing at half mast.

(C) cgs 2018

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Nardine Sanderson

Welcome to Cosmofunnel my friend, great to have you here
with us ❀️ ?
Much love Deano xo

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Tony Taylor

Hi PREACHER!!.....a fine debut piece!!.... speaking in poetic prose of the idea that we are ALL destined to meet our end and return to the "Dust and Bone" that was our start...... taking only our experiences with us.... using the 'strength of ghost ships ~to house the memories of our past!!........ALL STARS!!.... well done dear poet brother.... and.....WELCOME to COSMO!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.. T xo ?✴❀

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Preacher Of Ete...

Thank you for your interpretation and thoughts - such generous appreciation Tony.Β 

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