A Haunting of Beloved Ghosts

Chains of steel begin to dissolve into something similar to rope,

Movement arises in wait of A New Earth.

Preparation sometimes is not peaceful, it is much unrest.

Lies and deception are at the forefront of the people at the highest levels.

People speaking to their beloveds in their dreams,

Because addiction and disenchantment of presence were clenching it’s hold.

The dark shadows surround us heavily,

But can not ignore or pretend that a tiny spark does not exist.

Deaths rise in addiction and illness.

People suppress, ignore or numb their pain.

A few of us are admiring every color of the rainbow.

A garden grows stronger every year.