Ghost
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And there -
a subconsious projection
dressed in white,
stood a holy man
in the dead of night.
Quiet as the grave,
that he, and she,
faced in stillness
all thoughts that be.
Whether in dream,
or whether in fright,
a fading spectre
transformed its light
into days beginnings,
open wide.
Free from fears
minds shadow hides.
Sally Plumb
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