chillin with the gone

looking forward with burnt grace

shining finer than fired porcelain

the light through to bone

a starved hand

for all the never goers

eyes to the distance

the it won't cannot heads

untied streaming metallic ribbons

fine as spider threads

ubiquitous

the freed spirits smiling

the enlightened dead, next dimension

outnumber us undoubtedly

so the ghosts of autumn say

flying on leaf wind rustling songs

bright winter comes running to the warm skies of spring

the summer languish is passing

my cheeks anticipating the hollow gothic

the hallowed high arch

the eyes of the invisible are closed

imagining

true love