Poem -

Your Ghosts

Your Ghosts

You don't believe - consider that you are wrong,
stubborn, until the next problem comes along;
notice we are holding hands in strange lands,
ready yourself and believe for when life extends.

We watch where we used to be, want to touch like ET,
to heal your wounds and then return to our mystery;
we can not - but with our own belief, you will be free,
but then stripped bare of all your previous identity.

We see your world is heating up, ours won't change,
obdurate again, solutions are still within your range;
we go wherever we wish to be, in zephyr streams,
beyond the galaxies and all of your wildest dreams.

If you decide that you need someone to be there,
we will always travel to you and give our loving care.

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Terry Reeves

Hi Dominic,
Thanks so much,
regards,
Terry.
xoxo :)

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Dominic Windram

No problem Terry. I really enjoyed reading your intriguing poem and I love the image that accompanies it...great stuff!

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