I had a vision of shadow skies,
Swaying reeds and soft goodbyes.
Perhaps a silver stranger to say,
I wish you well along your way.
Sadly it isn’t what I thought,
Alone, as a ghost,
Nothing taken, nothing brought.
As my death,
Lets me move on.
Life’s hopes and dreams,
Have long since gone.
My long companions of depression and sadness,
Are still quite here.
So the quiet rest,
I do not fear.
I died, I died,
Long, long ago.
So now it’s time,
For the ghost to go.