Our ghosts like to follow us into the harbor
driving us to seek the false sense of rest,
waiting until the next time we turn out to sea.
But still, the peaceful quiet of a snowfall,
or a candle in a window, can help us to release our anchor,
to let go of the worry, and ghosts will not have an ear
to talk to, not have a hold on us, even in a storm.
It is the internal quiet that gives us a harbor,
being guided by the light.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”