The Ghosts Of Time Poem by Edwina Reizer

Many of the ghosts through time
whose presence we can't see
are looking at us sadly
and wishing we were free.

They understand the pressures
that life has brought our way.
They pray for us and can remember
the scenes that were their play.

Their shadows pass amongst us
through stories all retold
by the living forms still moving
among the earth's threshold.

The time that passes for us
while we are here on earth
is non-existent elsewhere
but returns again at birth.

The ghosts of time are fearful
that we will meet a fate
and join them much too early
from bombs we detonate.