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Ghosts alive in my heart,
Singing of an ancient time
When gladly I was nothing.
No known angels. Never.

I will fade as I have faded before
And none await me on the other shore.

Bewinged to a fading ship--
Promises of a kiss and embrace;
All throughout my dreamy fantasy:
The way things are supposed to be.

If I should sleep today
And waken not tonight,
I will leave my promises
And neglect to say goodbye.

My heart is broken. I am hurt.
No-one keeps my spirit with them.
I will fade as I have faded before
And none await me on the other shore.

© 2020 Marten Hoyle