#TTC #635

Just after Sunrise, between the trees

I saw a delicate person walking slowly

It vanished in a slight breeze

The sight was mesmerising & ghostly




Numbers are infinite
Distance is infinite
I think the soul is eternal
For that I’ve no proof at all
Ghosts seem to be finite



I think I’ve been visited several times
They talked, then went their way
It means a person is to stay
Some day with their world ours rhymes?



Place for reminiscing
For fundamentals
Memories, old ghosts appear when cooking
Repeting & inventing we do between it’s walls


Old Ghosts

They may come back to haunt
They disturb when they shouldn’t
To a ripple on the ocean it’s tantamount
Halt my routine I wouldn’t