Ghost

Oh but can’t we be stewards

Of the love we make

Of the earth we inherit

The shadows of the war we make within ourselves

Is cast across this land

Like the shadows from the bombs

And planes ….

—-

Be gentle with yourself

I hope you know, it’s alright

We can’t go back

It’s alright

The earth recovers

Changed

Scarred

But it becomes something new

There in the morning

—–

It starts in her eyes

Her skin

The words we share

And it ends

Somewhere

I imagine

At the end of the earth

—-

And it’s alright

She lifts me up

In the morning

And reminds me

These are merely shadows

From the past

And they too pass over

And then

The morning…

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