The ghosts of five dead bluesmen
by Silas
Posted to Poetry on 2003-06-09 00:53:00
The ghosts of five dead bluesmen
hitched a ride on my soul
I’m remembering things I never did
and I’ve got scars that I forgot
the wind wails like a harp and
I feel as ancient as this dirt road
as young as a new born child
What don’t look like anything, up close
sometimes makes sense from a distance
thats why I’m walking a long way from here
and I’m not looking back ’til I know I won’t go blind
The ghosts of five dead bluesmen
are howlin’ within me
got a new appreciation of the blues
the night is all a shimmer
stars winkle in to life
I know my love lies sleeping
somewhere back down that road