What happens to
Ghosts that lose
Their moans groans
Their scariness do
They become wind
Do they turn
Into a breeze
Or do they
Disappear
Making no sound
I wonder then
What you might
Be for one
Moment you were
Here and the
Next gone without
So much as
A whispered whimper
Leave me ghost
You shall not
Have me my
Soul belongs to
The living those
Who have hearts
That beat loudly
And bleed on
Sleeves when hurt
Be gone ghost
For good now
Sweetheart there is
Something that you
Need to understand
Life isn’t happenstance
Before you were
Born the heavens
Kissed you giving
A little bit
Of itself to
You that’s why
I can see
The galaxies twinkling
In your eyes
And the sun
In your smile
And hear the
Oceans of moon
In your laugh
There are voices
Which speak yet
No one listens
They’re heard in
Wildflowers and oh
Those breezes that
Blow through willows
In a baby’s
Gurgle and a
Puppies yelp in
A tire on
Moist streets and
A bicycle bell
Try to stop
Listening to those
Voices in your
Mind they lie
Listen to others
To hear the
Gleeful abandon of
Life and smile
My dreams haunted
Me with cruelty
Of people pursuing
And of torture
Me a loving
Man I wonder
What dreams mean
Unable to sleep
Wallowing in meanness
And abject inhumanity
I pray to
My Heavenly Father
To hear the
Sweet angelic lullabies
There are constants
In life like
The sun and
Moon the seasons
Migration and then
There’s us we
Are simply not
We are lucky
Both in life
And love live
Your best life
And love as
Often as you
Can for in
This world we
Are temporary while
The rest is
Magnificently grandly eternal
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 