Ghosts

At dawn
Spirits are banished
Memories float to the back of the mind
and daytime’s imperatives dominate
But as shadows get long
and darkness oozes out of forests and swamps
the past looms large
Fireflies carry long lost moments
over haunted meadows and fields
On the breeze
an air of longing
as stars appear

Ghosts only come out at night
when defenses are at their weakest
and the barrier between then and now is thin

At dusk
when the last sun rays
slant into windows and disappear
Sleep begins to beckon
and clouds sail across darkening skies
The images of yesterday
obscure the realities of today
Crickets sing of better days
(or maybe it just seems that way)
Time eases old prejudices
Days are long
but nights are eternal

Ghosts come out at night
when thoughts venture beyond safe subjects
and the past rises out of the mist

In dreams
Days long since passed
float to the surface
and buried emotions
claw their way out of the ground
Before dawn
All that transpires is forgotten
Memories slip beneath the water
Nightmares end
The dead die once more
A time of rebirth
as a hint of sunrise teases

Ghosts hide from the light
when their existence is easy to deny
to be reborn in darker hours

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