by P.R. Lowe
I move outside the window
and into the trees
upward with birds
a part of the wind
I float back again
ever so lightly
lest I break the beautiful stillness
I move like a ghost
through the box
that seems to separate
me from them
but it does not
…….
I host a beautiful ghost
that lives with trees
sings with birds
and pollinates with bees
carries away the seed with the wind
and brings the moon ’round
again and again
flies through the night
and travels the skies
with cosmic cape
and diamond star eyes
and lies in the ground
under blankets of snow
rises with sunlight
to light up the show
It tip toes around
my bedroom at night
kissing my soul
so that I am all right
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