A Ghost Story

What Was the Ghost of You.

If only dreams were another world,
A time, a breath away.
If only stories could creak to life,
And explode from pen to felt.

If every step was worth a stride,
A thousand times the length.
If only words could paint with oils,
And never dare to dry.

But to break these laws would be to cheat,
A spirit from the truth.
For one can find a dream explode,
Yet always be unique.

Without these trials, without these aches,
A never will but be.
Without these blisters this bitter sweet would taste no memory.

A spark wont always erupt to flames,
Expecting is a curse.
A leap may never get you far,
Yet frees you from the dirt.

So carry on, walk on my friend,
And cast your spell unique.
We can, we will, we carry on,
Just cherish whilst you seek.