LYRIC POEM---ECTOPLASM.

Only a dream, like a vision.

I'm passing hours, pondering ectoplasm,

Ethereal ghosts float over time's dark chasms,

I'm musing on ectoplasm, so pensive,

Would a shade of Jesus be God's missive?

Glimmer of wraiths, sight unseen,

Are they really the long gone racing team?

Ectoplasm, I wonder at spirits and souls,

Angels appears, faces of old,

This side of midnight, not too far away,

Loved ones guiding us through every day,

Life changing old souls, in a collective,

Maybe a shade of Jesus would be God's missive,

I'm pondering ectoplasm. bemused and pensive.

Author's Note

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