Ghostly But Not Undead Poem by Troy Younts

This world does not mean
what you think it means
So whatever dreams
whatever fantasies
whatever moonbeams
whatever summerdays
whatever seems
to be on its way
take it for Phantoms, shades
chimera, mirage, illusion
Take it away from your eyes and
awaken with sudden surprise
to the cold blade of neural lies
slipping past your boney cage
into your warm heart
forming inpenetrable Darkness of
the long untroubled sleep
Open your ears to widows weeping
for long lost loves and the
mournful cooing of doves in
the willow trees above your
headstone.