The Ghost And The Angel

The angel said to the ghost;
'Look at you, with all your chains'

The ghost said to the angel;
'Chains? What chains?'

'The chains that keep you here, bound
By the people you knew, the places you found,
The memories locked in your head, spinning around and around
Imprisoning you in love and life and death'

'But what can I do?' The ghost said, crying

'Dying', the angel said, her delicate tongue wiping away his tear,
'Dying is simply a way to overcome the fear of death'
'Hold my hand', she said, and I did
'See, we can be always lamenting without or....'
'Or?' I said, as we entered the ray of an Indian Summer Sunset
'Or we can simply let ourselves within', the angel said.

And miraculously here I am dead,
Looking out from within instead of
Looking inside out everything

'We are the same now', she says
'Yes, we are beautiful twins'

'We can breathe life now' she says
'Yes, we are the sun and the wind'

'We can see light now' she says
'Yes, out here, and here within'

'We can be' she says
'Yes, we can be everything'

'We' she says, shadows fading in increasing luminosity
'We', the ghost and the angel, magnificently.