Ghosts Poem by John Prophet

Ghosts.
Sounds
of the
past.
Slipping
sideways.
Reverberating.
Ripples
in time,
ever flowing.
Billions
of souls.
Billions
of imprints.
Imprinted
ether bound.
Souls
never die.
Merely
relocate.
Exists
in a
different
realm.
Parallel
place.
Can be
heard still.
Listen!
Cosmic
ghosts.
From
places
long dead.
Universal
ghosts.
All in a
different
place.
Never
fading.
Ethereal
realms
inhabit.
Amongst
us all.
Side
by side.