Ghosts You See

Ghosts you see It was dusk the sea-mist came rolling in There was rain in the air The familiar landscape looked strange As belonging to the world that had no Night or the light of day This was the time of the ghosts those In Twilight who could not feel hot or cold They are waiting for a sign a friendly gesture To be recognised not as fantastic but A real person just a smile and they would Melt into the world of abstraction and Become the air we breathe the scent of Flowers and last year`s spring Leaves on trees, fruit in a basket or soil Dark brown earth from where cabbage grows And lambs jumping of joy among olive trees You see them along the roadside not clearly They are shy all you have to do is to smile And the spring will be bountiful