a ghost passes through you   i feel it and i scream   search lights pry at my dreams   this is my memory      a lonely series   repeats without even a pause   floating weightless   uninterrupted until i exhale      ghosts have no shadows   they must conspire for even one   yearning for a solid heart   i feel an angel present      glowing drifting   i remember tomorrow   spin drift snow screen   floating down in a spiral from an endless heaven above