From The Eyes Of A Ghost

The inevitable end
Comes to us all


When Grim
Reaches out his hand
And takes us
To the Summerland


Through cement homes
We are given
Freedom to roam
Seeing the world
Through transparent eyes


We are the whispers
You hear
Turn around
No one is there
The silent partners
That push you
Through the day


We are the bump
In the night
That sometimes
Give you a fright


Rarely ones to scare
Just a subtle reminder
Your loved ones
Are still there