Spirits Can'T Tell Time
Spirits can't tell time.
No watches or cell phones do they carry.
They seek hearts,
both day and night,
hoping to plant seeds,
so two can marry.
If the doors to one's heart is open,
receptive and true,
spirits walk in and start playing the blues.
If the doors are kept shut,
spirits knock three times,
hoping deadbolts and locks,
will be unshackled,
after hearing the chimes.
Spirits carry the love of souls past and present,
they have no age.
only seeking to write their message,
on an erased and now blank page.
If you hear them knock on your door,
you should let them in.
Then all around can hear the party begin.
Spirits are playful, trying humor first and most.
But it all depends on the pad of the host.
Some spirits are locksmiths,
no door to open to hard,
Other spirits use music,
or words of the bard.
The men who live to control in the daytime light,
If wise would decide to give up their fight.
To keep doors to their hearts,
locked so tight.
How can they ever feel the rush,
of the spirits might?
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2019
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