Ghost Song's Inspiration

Thank you, oh Lord, for the white blind light

A city rises from the sea

I had a splitting headache 

From which the future's made

Our lives owed to servitude 

Ballroom days are over

Facts transcribing your attitude

Wish upon a four-leaf clover

The days may be numbered

But the future is infinite

Locked away; chances spent slumbered

Box of thought is a powerful instrument

Instantly gone, taken

Where does the mind go

The journey has awaken

Enjoy the show

Wandering, wandering through unrattled shores

Strings have been cut, free to roam

Take flight, my darling, the future is yours

Will you explore or seek out your home

Author's Note

Inspired by the writings of James Douglas Morrison

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Congratulations on your placing in the Deep Down Poetry contest.

We're all haunted by our choice and by the shadows of possible futures. This seems to speak to that feeling, to me.

[Jqjohnson]

Thank you! I was very excited to learn that my writing was chosen. Thanks for reading

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. I try to review all the winning entries of the contests in which my own work places.

[Jqjohnson]

As do I, which one was yours?

[MomzillaNC]

"Inspiration" http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MomzillaNC/1414120/

[Kelsey Ann]

I really like this piece. I especially love the last two lines, they are so fitting for a ghost! Good job, keep it up :)

[Jqjohnson]

Thank you! I really appreciate you taking time to read and review