Ghost of the present moment, <br />you glide by unbidden, <br />to only god knows where. <br /> <br />Memories and forgotten laughter, <br />you follow us to the grave <br />where we lie closed up, <br />holding you fast forever. <br /> <br />Under the exhalation of stars, <br />in primitive soil we lie, <br />both claimed and unclaimed- <br />the outgrown home of a soul.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-exhalation-of-stars/
