Whispering as a ghost

When you feel me, hold up a toast

In the gathering place of the perpetual living

Or in thyn heart where I can be undying

But call me a ghost

When you need me to boast

To fear away thyn calamities

To cure the kin, humanity’s insanity

Take me, a ghost

When straying into thyn frosty igloo

Caressing onto the ice, so snowy and blue

These white lilacs were thyn first and last

Blossoming for beloved’s lips to return,

but now has past

Now, is only a smile for an urn

So cold, so hellishly cold

Now please, call me a ghost

Beloved is here, ready for a toast

Look at me, smile for me, cry for me

Humanity’s insanity

A ghost’s stupidity.

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