Ghosts

On the way to the new dawn searching for Shelters like swarms of solar dust.Moving randomly to an unreal door,Shaken by a sweltering gust,Unknowingly led by patterns in the sandDrawing a map on the moorland,They want to flee from all their fetters.Their sparkling tailsPerfumes the trail,Leaving scars into the sky, stamping this world into a sigh.There is an attractive and ephemeral distant glimmer, Lighting up the void of the horizon with clouds of shimmer.Like a moth to a flameThey are drawn to the skyline.Printed streams are all the same,Drizzling embers in a whine.Pulled by a ghostly rope, the journey's end is getting closer.Mountains are rising up in a whisper, Letting the ocean flows through the cliffs.Time is running faster, creating disasters. Everything is absorbed, images are deformed.Scorching winds hit the surface, melting down the earth, Sinking slowly underwater to build colossal pillars.Rising up from the abyss,Particles reach symbiosis.The eye of the storm is filling the sky,Dismantles the burnt scenery divine.Fire brings the ocean to the boil.Peaks collapse within themselves.The glow is fading out, Darkness is taking out.A dazzling light appears on the ocean bed,Projecting the pillars shadows onto the surface,Carving the monoliths,Into concrete buildings.Leaking away as the drapery falls, Water leaves the ghosts past life.Familiar linear forms shapes the sight, The moths rush inside mortals. Trying to animate these bodies,They want to find their identities.Gears of life start again normally.Material and soul lost their unity.These creatures wander in this world,Searching for their absent reflection.They can no longer perceive a word,Ghosts are now destined to oblivion. --- Ghosts - Aesmah