Ghost
The winds whisper words of
ghosts
On the streets of NYC and
battle fields
In old churches and old houses
too
Gettysburg, San Francisco &
New Hope
Reflections in the windows
Reflections from the pool
The cold up in the attic
Feeling someone is watching
you
Flowers in the garden - red &
blue
In full sun and with thunder &
lightning
An energy that raises your arm hairs
And helps me to fly in my
dreams
I feel the ghost of you
Do you feel the ghost of those
you know
I even feel the ghost of those
I don’t know
I feel the ghost of you
Dead Indians
Dead soldiers
Dead gentlemen
Dead holy men
They’re all stardust and could
be talking to you
Like on the radio – tune in
and listen to it –
In the wiring of electrical
currents running true
The cats and dogs and children
too – they see them
Open the door and you’ll see
them to
Can’t you hear them knocking
Hear them knocking and
Trying to communicate with you
Reflections in the windows
Reflections from the pool
The cold up in the attic
Feeling someone is watching
you
Dead Indians
Dead soldiers
Dead gentlemen
Dead holy men
I feel the ghost of you
Do you feel the ghost of those
you know
I even feel the ghost of those
I don’t know
I feel the ghost of you
John A. Conte` JR
mystrawhat.com
June 20,
2006
