Whispered Wanderings

Prompt: write a poem based on a book cover.

Dreams and Ghosts

I wonder if perhaps our dreams are our ghosts:
Parts of us that we refuse to see in the light of day,
speaking through nocturnal visitations.
That, when we still won’t see or listen to them,
begin to haunt us and thereby become our ghosts.
And rising up from those internal lamps of knowledge
which burn deep within each one of us,
become ephemeral spirits of dark night;
Only to fade away with the relentless approach of dawn.

klm
4/1/23