Ghosts

Stillness reconfirms the grudge from darkest night The mindful haste imagination lurks have found, As having more than shadows to influence the fright That visualized a wisely keen imaginary sound. Shuffling to obscurity where the situation test: Of mindless pitter-patter from the softest hint of dread As stories lengthen, so do legends unresponsive guest, Until a time to illustrate that what we’ve seen are dead. Beyond coherent scope does a further faith support- Not spiritual but logical, kinetic forms displayed As life and death are equally as being both pulled tort; A medium for building on that seeing would evade. What silence does to dimly lit then poor the limitations; Of scarcely seen as hardly been as freely knowing how To sense the unavoidable, without the complications, Then ask me the inevitable, I see them coming now! As though, like thoughts and whereabouts pursue- I adventure this believable, I see their road ahead, And sense it an achievement, than anything I knew Guiding them as angels to a night time sky for bed.