Astral Feelings
delicate fingers
struggle to grasp the air—
fumes still linger,
but your body
is no longer there.
there is only a shadow,
where once,
there was hair.
an aura glows,
as i watch you spin
on life’s merry-go-round.
your voice—
a sudden burst of laughter—
fills my ears.
it’s an all-too-familiar ringing,
a signal of my fears,
the source
of so many tears.
and once again,
we fly,
on to a strange, strange sky—
where spirits dance
with those who understand why.
a place where chance
is more than a wish,
more than a lucky,
fleeting dance.
James Garratt
This poem is part of a printout and the original writing pad, sadly no longer exists.
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