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Convocation of Ghosts

 

Sitting in dusty attic room

Midnight thoughts floating like motes

In young minds adrift in uncharted seas

Words dangling dreamily

Syllables slyly sailing

On oceanic odysseys

 

Plato’s books moldering

On shelves forgotten in time

In Victorian house haunts

Gloaming ghosts

Gathering like ravens

Perched in cubby holes

Gazing dolefully

At prodigal sons

 

Seconds seeping into waters of Lethe

Moments meandering like the river

Following the channel of idealism

Digging deep into mud of ages

Ancient sages summoned

Our chattering childhood

Nearing curtain call

Bowing into oblivion

We scatter like Black Birds

Into the waiting wind