splendor 》poetry

𝕆𝕙, 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥

Oh, to be a ghost.
To walk between the crowds of people,
Boring my eyes into their oblivious ones,
Lurking in the planes of blissful obscurity.

Oh, to be a ghost.
To enter through walls and step into dimensions,
To live the lives, see through eyes, and dwell inside minds.
I could flirt with the notions of mortality forbidden.

Oh, to be a ghost.
My footsteps limitless, ameliorated with liberation.
To tread silently, observing the ones unobserved.
A shadow never seen, always watching over the unwatched.

Oh, to be a ghost.
To put things in their place and leave no thumbprints.
Set free from the materializations priorly chaining me.
Jogging on the tightrope between life and death with a smile.

Oh, to be a ghost.
I wonder if some wander, aimless or ambitious,
The other side of that tombstone a skeleton key to joy.
The ghost in me wanders both ways.