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Friendly Ghosts

I was visited by ghosts again, last night, 
But they were not the ghoulish kind.
These ghosts were friendly phantoms,
From the sunshine meadows of my mind.

First, came the Ghost of Childhood
From his home, so far away.
He took me back to green fields, 
Where I used to run and play.  
Some dark memories live there,
They are always near, you see.
But Ghost of Childhood was so bright,
That they were forced to flee.

Then, there came the Ghost of Youth,
From somewhere up above.
He took me back to summer nights
Of soft ice cream, and puppy love.
But here, were painful memories
Of a tender, autumn day,
But when they saw the Ghost of Youth,
They quietly slipped away. 

At last, I met the Ghost of Years,
And he seemed old and wise;
I saw the love of long lost friends
Glowing warmly in his eyes.
Sweet memories of departed souls
Prepared my heart to weep,
But Ghost of Years smiled down on me,
And lulled me back to sleep.

My guardian ghosts surround me,
And shield me with their might,
When bitter memories come around
To haunt me in the night.

Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

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