Ghost Tour

Ghost Tour 10/01/2014

Seven hours

And twenty seven pages

Of tuxedo jackets

Random thoughts and searches

On the highway to home.

Numberless trees pass by the car

Whizzing by in a blur

As I sit and doze

Suspended in time

Between a thousand different worlds.

Other car trips

Come to mind

In the day, and in the night

Each one different

But also the same. 

The points connect in my life

As they do in others

As we intersect at the corners

And travel together

At a precise point in time.   

It is impossible to know

Why it is you

Or why it is me

Because the future is not a promise

And the past is no excuse.

In the bewitching hours

We shall meet in the middle

In the perfect world of dreams

When our spirits are free 

To do what they will.  

Now some of us know

Because I have been there to

As we travel like ghosts 

Through a pin point of light. 

I cannot explain it

And I guess, that must be enough

That we live and are aware

Of more than we see.

Some people have roots

That seek the depths 

But others stay on the surface

Uprooted by the winds

Of whimsy and emotion. 

I remain and I notice

All the small things
That I missed

As I live a second life 

Much richer, than the first.  

What seemed so real

Turned out to be nothing

And what seemed like nothing

Has become everything. 

No one knows

All that is possible

But even a fool should know

The truth in his soul. 

Synchronicity is different than chance

And even what is random

Reveals itself in time

As we play our parts in the struggle

Between what is good and evil.

Looking backwards we see

Guilt, innocence,

Foolishness, and folly

As we grow, and learn

To treasure, what is real. 

We have sought the outward

And ignored the inner

Trading life for death

And gold for dust. 

But as the wheels turn

We either stay together

Or fall apart

Giving in

Or growing up.    

Maybe they will join us

Or maybe they won't 

But here we are 

Still standing 

And more than enough.