Ghostly Flower Poem by Amanda Shelton

When the flowers bloom
without me, my memory
will live on through
their perfumed dreams.

From here life start's anew,
upon the softest breeze my
ghost travels far and wide.

Every move I make,
every breeze that blows
my way, I leave a little
bit of myself behind.

This unpredictable existence
moves freely, upon my heart
strings it plays fine and
dandy.

My life vibrates into the
vastness of space, I become
a ghost blooming in the gloom.