Life

A breathing ghost sent flashes of past judgments and old habits|

The view was witnessed with eyes closed|

In a distant memory that reappeared as the casket closed|

Rain swept across my face|

Down the land that saw me rest|

And met with a cold stare|

In a gloomy sky that reflected off the shining path|

A space to resurrect|

Manifested from a departing cloud|

Giving room for light to shine|

To breed with the wet dew|

In that land where my memories rest|

And a sudden adventure began|

The roots grew a single rose on top the concrete slab that gave the sky a new area to glow|