Milky Ghosts Who Wander In And Out Poem by Sonny Rainshine

In certain situations, some people dissolve,
as trees lose their greenness when night descends
and turns them into frozen shadows.

A woman of beauty, for example,
is diminished in a congregation of beauties,
like a rare orchid at a garden show
obscured in a sea of blooms.

Shy, unhappy people
who stand out in a rejoicing crowd,
wander invisible among themselves.

It’s as if we’re phantasms,
milky ghosts who wander in and out
of perception, peripheral visions.

Perhaps it’s only when we fall in love,
that we feel all here; that another spirit
has plucked us out of the murky
river of life and said to us:
There you are.
You are there.