I am a ghost.
Sometimes I drift through the city
among the living.
I observe them
going through their motions.
They can't see me.
They hardly see each other.
It is lonely to haunt,
to see and not be seen.
But, ah! the thrill of encountering another ghost!
The relief and longing fulfilled
as our eyes meet,
crossing the distance in less than a blink!
We move towards each other
through the crowded graveyard.
At last to be seen!
And by such a spirit.
One who saw the dream behind the illusion,
One who wasn’t strong enough to submit
but had all the courage to rebel,
One who smashed their tight shell,
One who cut off their Earthly anchor
for freedom to pass through walls
and see the other sides,
adventuring through worlds and times!
How sweet it is to have found each other!
we ghosts can no longer become anchored,
even when we want to.
Knowingly, we drift our separate ways.
But we are eternal
and we look forward to meeting again