laughing ghosts

silent witness in my heart
having walked unknowingly
around the stone walls
under the deep blue skies of Brittany
laughing ghosts found me
wandering through the waters
an island of treasure surrounded by
quiet conversations
laughter that unfolds
the fragile wings of each life
touching tips that bend towards
each other’s warm light
a present past
and further past still….
i tripped this lonely afternoon,
and found my forehead pressed against
this brief window
Leigh-Anne Tyson


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