Ghost

Gone are costs Death a relief most never seek to care or find Weather beaten brought the new Brightly dirty blackened hue The old haunt, torn linen, comforting, rest again Train streaming, howling blue, welcome light come over you Trained to hear the pleasing muse sing a song of heavy blues Blistered hands, sunken skin, chin held high, breath again In with loss Bring the cloudy western winds, for I dare to test the sins of god Ghost of god