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,
it 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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