“Ghosts”
Ghosts.
We walk upon grassy fields.
As if we had invulnerability.
So invulnerable the harvests our hearts yield.
Would I retrace?
Would I redraw?
I cannot say.
Regardless the hurt and pain I saw.
If I were offered a reprieve,
Just press rewind or replay.
In honesty I lack the answer.
At the truth of my soul I really cannot say.
Would I have run?
Would I have turned away?
We are simply mortals.
I am a glimmer in a moment,
So who am I to say?
Ghosts.
We stride across grassy fields.
As if we had invulnerability.
So unknowing of the harvests,
Our hearts can yield.
Danny Gunter
dg
8/14/2011
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