When alone and thoughts are talking
Ghosts from long' forgotten, some appear
If only then, in some beginning
A longing for once was so dear
It could have been when again
Some time from, ever where
An image of the ghosts of them
While all there was, began
Within sometime, not so long; back when
Only the ghosts have wandered in
Sometimes the dreams are pleasant, and
Some are filled with tears instead
An old man believed in love protection
There is a conversation long since dead
Why? Sometimes he prays to Heaven
When faith is holding what is left
The sunshine brings a lovely morning
Upon an empty, lonely bed
An old man cries all over nothing
For the ghost inside his head
(04/28/2024)
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