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