Hear them, They scream in the night. Lost souls traveling this earth.Making their way to the light. Rebirth, renewed, reenergized. Floating in and out of walls. Within my spirit I hear there calls. Ever taunting memories Of people who use to be.
Love has come and gone. Within my mind I see. Death is not a barrier to me. Gone, no just a different form. Unto my eyes the light unseen. Yet inside I hear their spirit scream. Unable to understand the voice of the dead. For it is as a wind ever passing. Flowing through dimentions of time. Going upward, Ever massing.
In the end understanding it was all part of a dream.
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