Ghosts

There are ghosts in every face I see

So unknowing, so unknowing

There are ghosts in every soul I meet

Imperfections, lost transgressions

When we moved away, we turned pages

Pages that read

Flowers bloom the same in these spaces

Ageless with time

Walked with God in, in the garden here

Felt so lonely, so unholy

Corners of you, watching light pass by

Silent yearnings, often burning

And when we moved away, we turned pages

Pages that read

Flowers bloom the same in these spaces

Ageless with time