I have seen the ghosts again they wave at me and smile looking right into my soul haunting all the while They stand transparent in the gloom only I can see them with bright eyes they walk and talk some say this gift's a gem I am looking at her now her pretty face does shine I dont know what she wants of me as I write another line They are everywhere you know by every street and tree at first I think their real people but they arent like you and me I see the ghosts alot sometimes no purpose do they have I crumple to the ground and cry but they just stare and laugh