Sunday, January 01, 2006

Ghosts

You were once substantial

Without any warning you changed form
Into fog

I can put my hand through your impression
I reach for you, and come up empty

Now arrives a new question :
How to live amongst ghosts?

I then sought myself
And found only dry dust

Sprouting temporary flowers

I reached to pick the flowers
But they were gone

1 Comments:

Blogger APG said...

Dear Spirit -

I have to thank you for your comment! I am honored that the poem had such an effect.

7:00 PM  

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