ghost ...trails

Ghost trails of all good people 
running like soul rivers through our hearts, 
with some fragments of soul magic, flowing through our minds 
like stars falling through the universal streams, 
growing in us as we share 
what wisdom 
we may have gained. 

Some borrowed, 
some gathered from the blues 
we caught hell from and survived  
...perhaps a near miss we only got a glimpse of. 

As we sit by the fireside sharing war stories... 
some may have mastered the fear of death, 
others only caught impressions of 
in their imagination  
...and knew it's value, 
by the characteristic 
of its spark.

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