The Ghost Poem by Gerry Legister

The ghost, disembody, distemper
Against empires, traveled across cities
To rendezvous with souls on strange fire
Grant of desiring part made wishes.

Shadows follow along the ground
ended up beneath creaking floorboards
The invisible footsteps making sound
broken with silence by a flash of clouds.

There are not enough small voices
The small voices are quiet but too hot
And too much big noises making excuses
Leaning over backward and will not stop.

The voice of a ghost is silent,
In the darkness, full of enchantment.