Sunday, February 27, 2022

Goodbyes to Ghosts

Shadows tip-toeing behind us, faded
Our eternal light, luminously created
Dark parts held firm, nice and steady
Integration awaits my heart, open and ready

I see our iterations, so dear and so clear
Our silhouettes wearing suits made of doubt, fear
What was once you I see now as a ghost
What was once me I see now as a host

A reckoning rattles- releases- a grip
Our story an old tale, a beautiful blip
Ghosts that gaze, connecting as one
I am released- sigh- that story is done 

The me that I see discovers you waiting, at ease
Your heart now thawing out, a long deep freeze
Sunlit fingers laced together, we pray
The contours that back us now point the way

Goodbye

My shadow will always belong to me
Your ghost will always be kindred, free 




Monday, February 21, 2022

Presidents Day Haiku

Dirty window glare

Dog hair scotch tape shadow truth

Dust floats as a ghost 

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