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Ghost People
Interleaved between the lines of our lives
walk the ghost people
they drift white laced on the breeze
like dandelion spores
beckoning us
and gliding away
Searched for they remain unseen
their voices the faintest wind chimes
in the trees
playing hide and seek with the leaves
but if the owl and the bat are your friends
and you watch the fireflies dance
they will come down to you
Who sees them?
star crossed lovers parted by fate
grown flower children who’ve lost their way
guardians of posthumous sonatas
old soldiers
writers of half finished novels
rain men
little children
Who are they?
visitors from another star
souls of departed sinners
too close to earth to move on
angels…
No one knows
but if the night wind is your friend
the ghost people will bring you their gifts
© Johnmichael Simon
2004
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