we are lovely spirits
just blending into the atmosphere
kissing the sky a thousand times again
raising our glasses to the high hopes of high trees
trusting the current we are floating on
maintaining balance with no worries
calm like the dinner on our plates
these times do not matter
we are curious spirits
singing hymns of sorrow and grace
wandering ever so slowly past our graves
sleeping with the breeze tied to the old red post
deciding to wear our hair down and free
we are our own constant reminders
we are ghosts, we are spirits
becoming everything we swore we would be
when the book is done and signed off
we will be ghosts like we will be spirits
staring at the mirror catching a glance of each other
hoping that the hues of our eyes will match
the beautiful mountainside just beyond the horizon
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