We, who are all the faces
of future ghosts
waiting to someday stare
out of a photo
at our future
without ever knowing
We cease to be

We who are all waiting
for the cold fingers of death
to trace our faces
in another's dream


We, who are all future ghosts
senescent faces
of life we left behind
with every generation
fading

Revenants of the life
that have yet to be
living dancing
in our dreams

05/16/2012

Posted on 05/16/2012
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