I walk by the colored lights
And the polished brass of bells
As songs ring out
And voices chatter
Happily
And I wonder at
The ghosts in the room
Of times
Of people
Of songs
Of stories
Long gone
And I wonder at
Which ghosts I’m listening to
I walk by the colored lights
And the polished brass of bells
As songs ring out
And voices chatter
Happily
And I wonder at
The ghosts in the room
Of times
Of people
Of songs
Of stories
Long gone
And I wonder at
Which ghosts I’m listening to
A Poem A Day 