Ghosts

We all have our ghosts –
Ethereal presences that linger in the shadows
Of our sunny days
Ephemeral voices that whisper in the stillness
Of our starry nights
Evanescent intuitions that flicker in the iridescence
Of our lunar dreams

Ghosts of the past
Haunt the dungeons of our minds
Rattle the chains of our memories
And lure us ever backwards

Ghosts of the future
Tease us with visions of maybe
Taunt us with fairytales of what-if
And tempt us ever forwards

Ghosts of death
Lurk in the quagmire of our anxieties
Summon doubts about our inimitability
And shroud our belief in the miraculous

Ghosts of life
Shimmer on the horizon of our being
Beckon to the promise of our divinity
And illuminate the potential of our love

Imagined ghosts
Are dreamed up to animate our voids
Conjured up to question our senses
And made up to justify our mass insanity

Real ghosts
Are discarnate souls and devic sprites
Angelic guides and demon ghouls
Forever infusing light and stoking fires

Malevolent ghosts
Are thirsty parasites that leech on our pain
Hungry predators that prey on our fears
And grim reapers that slay our hopes

Mischievous ghosts
Poke fun at our childish beliefs
Trip us up on our urgent treadmills
And drop enigmas into our rational mazes

Benevolent ghosts
Shelter us during tumultuous storms
Flash us with rainbow smiles
And raise us up above the illusory clouds

Mystical ghosts
Inspire our desire to live artfully
Tickle our curiosity to go beyond
And lift the veil on life’s esoteric mysteries

We all have our ghosts –
Dancing phantoms that glide on the blurry edges
Of our waking consciousness
Devouring spectres that feast on the nourishing energies
Of our succulent present
Wistful apparitions that reflect the gods and fiends
Of our innermost selves