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.
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