But I Am Blind At Times Poem by Thomas Plotz

I talk to the Ghosts and similar spirits of souls,
Waiting for the swap,
Maybe, there are all doppelgangers'?
After my wings lost hope, in the fall?
But no, for I saw short glimpses, of the four of you,
Then you, altogether, crawled off in a blue huff,
After I dropped names and photos of clues I have,
Of the Beautiful people, I know - they want me to find them,
Beautiful ghost, I've known, from my past,
But I am blind, unable to find, my broken lost hearts of you,

Times running out -
One - returns to work with,
Another tour of duty, thanks for serving
One - heading to sunny skies
Another, sing lullabies, into the ears,
Of her sleeping babes, ever so soft - shush… hush, sound now
The last, St. Mark, came in first, and will stay the longest,
Honors his loving, his brother, and friend, with his gentle hand

So many more, wings of birds
Helping me along, renewing my song
Family and Friends
Jews and Gentiles,

I Need To Hold, I Need Stay -
Needing to live my days, I have fully and
Complete, and whole
Till God folds, my hand
Keeping my memories, of all,
Of you

T. Plotz -
But I Am Blind At Times
8 JAN 2016