miracle bird or golden handiwork

no ghost or sprite comes here but in our dreams
in those we struggle with our dark recall
the messages that come are our new memes

the sun illuminates us now with its bright beams
we look outside for the last leaves to fall
no ghost or sprite comes here but in our dreams

on cars and windows sharply the sun gleams
but darkness hangs on long within the hall
the messages that come are our new memes

we know that what exists is never what it seems
the brightest gift with long use comes to pall
no ghost or sprite comes here but in our dreams

in spite of outer calm our inner voice still screams
but no one hears nor will regard its call
the messages that come are our new memes

the light of morning always brightly streams
through our long windows making night seem small
no ghost or sprite comes here but in our dreams
the messages that come are our new memes

(C)2006, Fragano Ledgister