Sometimes I feel like I am a ghost in this town
Walking with thin, dream-like prayers.
My life feels like a passing shadow stretched
Before the sun upon the grass.
Resurrected memories are real company
Old trees and passing birds offer comfort.
Just as I fade into myself with prayers,
Circling in my head like buzzards,
A passing thought connects me back to you.
I feel a beat inside, the prayers set loose.
Love revives my ghostly soul
Puts flesh and bone on waning prayers.