Poetry: Spirits

Spirits:

I see the grass all green and lush

I hear the birds as they fly by my ear

I feel the wind when there’s nobody near

I fear…. no one

Spirits in the night

pass by like two ships in a lonely dock

Never to be seen

I taste the sweet bliss of ignorance

I feel the unseen

I sense the day

I feel the chill of night

Drowning in the last light

The spirit’s light the way

I am the unseen

I am the spirit

The force unhindered

The life not been.

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