My Ghosts

Walking in the air I see the shadows
Pale memories from the past
Fast mountain river that still flows
And falls down

Let me face my own demons
I will chase the darkness
Reaching the truth of all dreamers
Flying high

It’s a dream in the heart
Shining star in the sky
Smiling memory across the night

It’s a fear, it’s a feel
Frozen moment that can heal
All my ghosts walking real

Deep inside I feel it’s beating
Dwelling within a purity so clear
Among the thorns of reality
I still can find a kiss of a fantasy

My demons are awake
In the end of dying day
My fears flow through the night
While ghosts walk alive

It’s a dream cascading near
It’s a star shining bright
Pale ghost walking real
Silent fall into the night

And a fantasy sweet
Like a kiss so deep
Pale smile of a kid
Kind touch of a dream
My ghosts are real

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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