Angel//Ghost

There is an angel on my block

She is concrete and unwavering

Her head is held high

By the heart on her sleeve

She walks hand in hand with a ghost

They make small talk

and laugh like mad children

I watch them from my bedroom window

Her lips part

Like the red sea

I fill in her words with my mind

She speaks to the beauty of life and time

And whispers to the ghost 

“How I wish we could be who we were then, now”

The future is a mirage // The past is a memory.

As they the corner at the end of the block,

I turn my gaze inside.

The walls of my house still tremble with the fading footsteps of an angel

The resonance has finally found a host

One day

I too will be a ghost.

An angel will take my hand and guide me down this street

Like ribbons in the wind

We move in place and peace

She will whisper to me sacred grace

And we will laugh like children

In the face of darkness

For only the dead know what it means to truly be alive

We will walk slow and cherish each step.

And wish we could be who we were then, now.

When we turn the corner at the end of the block,

She will give my hand a final squeeze.

When she lets it go,

I will breathe deep in manners of a beast unchained,

Turn skyward,

and kiss the heavens with open arms

For when I was young,

My sister told me

"Life happens, we move on”

But until that day

Hearts will roar

like burning embers.

The earth will shiver tremors

And tremble in its splendor.