Ghosts

Whispers of forgotten dreams
float around my bedroom.

I am alone
in my sleep deprived state,
so no one can confirm my discoveries.

My loved ones,
cherished in their fulfilled lives,
live again in this celestial moment.
They awaken from their dormant memories
in my now confused mind.

Radiating the purest light,
my family glides out of my window
into the starless night,
leaving my room forgotten, once again.

In my dreams, they shall live on.
I have learnt from this blessed haunting
that you should never attempt to hold on:

Their light will shine upon the world,
bringing the most ironic gift of all:
Light, life, purity, hope,
from those who died of the darkest sins.