Ghosts

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Dec 02, 2021 

Ghosts.
Sounds
of the 
past.
Slipping 
sideways.
Reverberating.
Ripples
in time,
ever flowing.
Billions
of souls.
Billions
of imprints.
Imprinted 
ether bound.
Souls 
never die.
Merely 
relocate.
Exists 
in a
different 
realm.
Parallel
place.
Can be
heard still.
Listen!
Cosmic
ghosts.
From
places
long dead.
Universal 
ghosts.
All in a
different 
place.
Never
fading.
Ethereal 
realms 
inhabit.
Amongst 
us all.
Side 
by side.

 

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