GHOST RIDERS
The long broken aspirations of life, teach.
But ghosts ride hauntingly through my mind.
The whys are floating just out of my reach.
Torment, anguish, regret are my companions, I find.
Please tell me is there any solace or balm.
Magical unicorn restore and refresh my soul?
Stop the wild fires from consuming my psalms.
Mirror, mirror make the answer bold unfold!
For I want to dance and sing on the wind
And carry my heart on wings of a dove.
Charitable and kind cloak weave and spin.
Softly and gently as whispers of heavenly love.
For hope is as small and distant as a light
Of a firefly on a moonless stormy night.
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