Our Odyssey Ghostly

We are followed by ghosts
They linger
and haunt places far
We keep them buried in treasures deep

We look for them
they are changed energy
For they are real
and we are the illusion

We feel them at night
when old fall winds
pull leaves of crackle
across a forest floor

They are our sorrows
and our joys
We ask them to stay
as we miss what they were before

We dance them eternity through
a companion still
even after their
done is time