Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Ghosts

Ghosties
Ghouls

Goodness...
God?

Ghosts?

Ghosts.

_________

Receding back into the shadows.
Where moths and mushrooms grow. 
It's like watching yourself fall. 
It's like a black path to the woods. 
It's where the magic lives. 
It's where the good things brew. 
It's where I am in your arms and I am well.
It is where the quiet sinks in.

Sinks in.

 Wind whispers.
All is very very dark.


And good-bye just means see you in a bit...

After a while, ghosts.
See you in a little long while.





Maybe never...










J



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