Ghosted
I do not know
what language the
spirits speak. Their
simple words are not
that easy to
hear. They are mute
and ghosted in
this haunted house.
In the Deserted House
In the deserted house
I find my solitude.
From time to time the noise
from the backyard becomes
a comfort to me. I
seek out the stars at night
from the deserted house’s
window. I find the noise
from the backyard. It is
a small bird that sings in
comforting tones. It lifts
my spirits to the stars.
The Wind Comes
The wind comes
like a welcome stranger.
It whispers my name.
It comes from
the sea, cool and crisp.
It lifts my spirits.
The stranger comes
and settles in my room.
It comes through
the window. The leaves
in the tree shake.
The wind comes
and leaves. There is a
mild breeze left behind.
It is the murmur
of the wind’s heart.
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