Ghost
Your ghost is in clouds -
hidden in a song,
and sometimes sits by the apple tree;
where you are, where you belong,
always here with me.
Little white puppy-ghost
in the mirror,
what do you do with angels today?
Show me, I will see it clearer.
How long can you stay?
The entire world
has become your shrine -
all five senses are filled with your soul.
I am yours and you are mine,
connection so whole.
Nightly in dreams
we are still together.
You are strawberries and falling snow...
even seasons and weather;
you go where I go.
Copyright © Angela Maracle | Year Posted 2023
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