GHOST LIGHT
Do the walls have ears?
Do they listen as the fears
come alive in the night?
Do the doors enclose
aromas filling the nose
from long ago fire-fights?
Do tear-filled eyes
watch heavy chests rise
in the dim, ghostly light,
Till the coming of day
chase the memories away,
sunbeams dancing bright?
©Copyright March 2008 by Thurman P. Woodfork
