A Dead Man's Ghost
[Shearing the Silence/Second Sight] I knew he was dead, I mean dead
As I carried him on my shoulders
Out of the River; no longer warm. His ghost walked beside me, He never glanced at me, never Not once, I was quite relieved. I stopped, he stopped, and we stopped;
I moved, he moved, we both moved;
He walked beside me with equal steps, I felt the silence of his death. As I carried the dead man, limp
Minutes wore on and on and on
I got tired; thus shearing the silence To its jagged edge, I, I Whispered, "...how heavy he is';
Still gthe ghost said naught. I know now, no man can say what
What the mind of another man...
May be suffering in the Afterlife. He never looked at me once!... #761 7/11/05 Notes on: Second Sight: There remain mysteries in life you know; sometimes we don't even know what we have certain -if not breathless" ?insights into the tides and ripples of spheres around earth; for earth is surely a special planet within our solar system; yet others do, that is, others know we have certain capabilities. I have known such people with second sight. I believe it is on one hand a gift, on the other it can be a curse, and if I had three hands, it could be trained to be both. |
