Ghost trails of all good people
running like soul rivers through our hearts,
with some fragments of soul magic, flowing through our minds
like stars falling through the universal streams,
growing in us as we share
what wisdom
we may have gained.
Some borrowed,
some gathered from the blues
we caught hell from and survived
...perhaps a near miss we only got a glimpse of.
As we sit by the fireside sharing war stories...
some may have mastered the fear of death,
others only caught impressions of
in their imagination
...and knew it's value,
by the characteristic
of its spark.
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