Ghosts

My eyes may not see the future
But they know well the past
And I may walk this canyon alone
Underneath life's foggy overcast

But time heals all emotions
If a choice is made to try
Through wisdom and the grace of love
Memories and goodbyes

Each moment lends its changing hands
Creating time to dream
For what is an ocean
Without the vision of sand

The harbor of life
Is the fingers of growth
For tomorrow only shares
Our future Ghosts...

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