Cobwebs of antiquity,
or traditions from folk-lore?
Forgotten ancient wisdom,
swept out the door.
Listen, hush, I hear a noise,
can’t you hear it too?
Sounds like footsteps on the stairs,
Please tell me it was you.
Was that a ghost I spied,
from the corner of my eye?
And why did I feel dizzy,
when that person walked by?
I was meant to travel by plane today,
to see my darling daughter.
But fear of dread crept in my thoughts,
of flying over water.
So I went to the doctor,
to see if I was sane.
And he gave me medication,
said they would tame my brain.
Now I don’t hear the footsteps,
and I am ready to fly.
And I don’t see the ghosts
from the corner of my eye.
Sitting on the plane,
flying over water.
I heard a noise, and then a scream.
I didn’t get to see my darling daughter.-written by Robyn Brown
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