Spirit

The ghosts still walk the land
Searching for loved ones
Head in hands
And cries in throat.

You dare not walk upon
The beach, or sleep
At night. Light
Candles only for the children,

And comfort them
From voices in
The trees. I was
There once, but did not leave.

Somewhere above you I'm asleep
I'll leave no trace
Only in dreams
I'll speak the names

And you'll never live to
Forget me, or
All the death
You'd never seen.

Now washed down by
The tide I hide
And slip through
Nights, with only screams.