It states the passing of an hour
The complete circumference of the face
Times never ending circle
Goes on within this place.
Like tiny footsteps tick and tock
Is it really just a clock
Or am I dreaming in the chair
And no one else is really here
I dreamt of you and I was whole
A real person not a soul
I’m a ghost you can’t see me
From my body I’ve been set free
No tremor left there’s not a sign
And everything is really fine
I’m in your thoughts and I will stay
Until I’m told to go away
I think your words having everything, great choice and placement, and certainly tick the boxes I have for poems. Well done John and thank you.
Great writing.