transpiring in the recesses of my bones
the whispers of future ghosts can be heard
carrying melodies of joy that spool out of my heart
my future imaginings of joy carry vibrations
of the long-lost but never forgotten ghosts that rattle the skeletons in my closet
they are having a ball
they have let go of the burdens of the past
and seek only the potential of possibility that lies ahead
i resonate with the harmony of winds howling, branches breaking
this momentary feeling haunts my heart