Ghost in the Trees

P. B. Chase
Time passes so effortlessly

Like the wind in the night

Blowing through our memories

Sweeping, tumbling, voices of the past

Smiles and laughter

Fears and tears

Scents of long ago

The rain and warm sunshine of days and nights past

Stirring our emotions,

Awakening our dreams,

As the wind stirs and awakens

The ghost in the trees

Time can be a thief

Stealing our life each day

Like the wind in its fury

Breaking branches and carrying

Part of our lives away

But also in time is eternity

The keeper and watch over our souls

Forever guarding memories

Alive on the wind

Time gently pulls us along

Like the wind in the night

To the smiles and laughter

Fears and tears,

Scents of a new day

That will linger in our memories tomorrow,

Not to fade away

Time sweeping, tumbling,

The winds of change

Stirring our emotions

Awakening our dreams

As the wind stirs and awakens

The ghosts in the trees

Published by P. B. Chase

I am naturally a person who seeks the truth in life and everyday occurrences. I look for the ideal in life and in everyday. I believe life is what we make it. We choose everyday what we believe to be our...  View profile

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  • Kanaka5/8/2008

    Wow! Awesome poem. I loved the metaphor and am going to come back and read it again.

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