Apparitions In the Audience
There are ghosts in the night,
and they're watching us as we dream.
Yet these are not there for fright,
or to grin and stare as we scream.
They are those we used to know,
whether yet living or among the dead.
Those kin that were lost long ago,
or past selves we never fully shed.
There are ghosts in our hearts,
and they're watching us as we proceed.
In our lives they've played their parts,
and now rest after handing us the lead.
They are walking along the paths we take,
feeling the lives we touch and the places we go.
They are with us for every choice we make,
gazing through our own eyes at how we grow.
Will they like what they see?
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2020
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