The poem I promised over among the prompts...
At CCT's suggestion, I am copying it over to this blog. When I am a ghost Freed of body hungers and gravity and time… I will stay to tread and swim and fly Where in life I could gaze only, deaf and blind, With my inadequate human heart And boundaried human mind. I will soar on wings of dream Over vasty desert dunes Great swathes etched and shaped Undulating long and slow And traveling by wind As gradual as time can flow… I will measure mountain crags Weaving through among between And playing... Sign in to see full entry.