Ghost Images
Grey misty days, indigo nights and wind that whips up suddenly
without a seeming cause, are frights only to those who’d turn and flee
at provocations slim, and slightest hints of something shadowy
But I am not afraid of these faint shades and palely passing things,
instead, I wonder if they freeze in fear at me, these souls whose wings
are clipped, and on whose quaking knees are bent, to hide from mortal stings
We are, it seems, all fearfullest of that unlike what we know most,
what is familiar and best, no matter if it is a ghost
or is a friend at whose behest we once raised up our happy toast
Yet have forgot, when he is dead, and think we ought to fear him now
as though he were a cause for dread whom we once loved and would allow
was more than harmless, bless his head, and still should seek him anyhow
For company, remembered, gone, or living still, or even sheer,
transparent spirit of someone who longs enough to reappear
among us present ought to own our welcome without needless fear
The world we see and what we know are far from all that there can be,
and far from all that’s good, and so we ought to revel joyfully
when spirit friends or living, should seek out our simple company
So as the night begins to fall, or wind kick up, or day grow cold,
and chill our souls, hark to the call of friends quite new or ancient-old;
embrace their spirits one and all, and only happy tales be told
Both of those living or long fled, whether of days in blazing bright
sunshine, or seeming dark as dread, or else the middle of the night,
for all companions should be led to know they fill our hearts with light . . .
Art-Colored Glasses 
‘Indigo nights’, what a lovely turn of phrase!
I’m pleased you like it, my friend!
I love this and will remember to hark to the call of friends.. xo Smidge
ps how is your mother doing??
Thank you for asking, my dear, Mama’s doing better, gradually. We just talked and she expressed some enthusiasm about flying down here for a visit again, a topic she wouldn’t’ve touched with a ten-foot pole even a week ago. Sounds good to me!
Hugs to you!
Kathryn
The rhyme scheme in the middle of the line and the end of the line…How enchanting.
“for all companions should be led to know they fill our hearts with light” – That line in particular is a philosophy I adopt deep in my own heart.
If we don’t tell them now, then when? Who knows what tomorrow brings! You, by the way, are a wonderful companion out here in the ether. 🙂
this led me along and called me hither.. awesome.. c
Calling all dear friends . . . ! So happy you responded. 🙂
“all companions should be led to know they fill our hearts with light … ” Indeed!
Beautiful, Kathryn.
Thank you for the light you shed, John. 🙂
“…embrace their spirits one and all.” We could all take a lesson from this Kathryn.
🙂 Mandy
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True – we’ve been programmed to think of ghosts as threatening. There aren’t too many friendly ghosts like Casper in the imaginations of men.
Just so’s you know, Casper was my aunt’s name for me when I was young, thanks to being a Kathryn who was supernaturally pale! 🙂 I like to think *I’m* one of the friendlier ghosts around . . .
Lovely thoughts…to welcome loving visits…past and present.
Presently, I’m enjoying *yours*! 🙂