by | Nov 3, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

I close my eyes, and they are here.
Come from that secret place, where old friends sleep.
They stir at my call.
We are together now.

Quietly, they come.
So many well loved friends.
Now we can go wherever memory takes us.
Up to the hill?
Down through the woodland’s shady places?
They are here with me.

But dreams must end.
My dear ghosts melt and fade
Back to that kindly place, where they will wait for me again.
Waiting, I know – until I come to them.


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