Ghost of the Past
© Chris Barry
While the Living sleep, the Dead awake
Translucent whispers through timeless paths
Arising from tombs of restless wrath
Smudging memories from weathered epitaphs
Jaunting glimpses of troubled days
Revisiting lessons of grieved pasts
Seeking enlightenment to wandering ways
Aimless searching ever lasts
Dead do waft through darkened night
At morn the sun gives brightened day
Time ticks by, as stars give light
The troubled Dead, rest, will nay!
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