Ghosts you see
It was dusk the sea-mist came rolling in
There was rain in the air
The familiar landscape looked strange
As belonging to the world that had no
Night or the light of day
This was the time of the ghosts those
In Twilight who could not feel hot or cold
They are waiting for a sign a friendly gesture
To be recognised not as fantastic but
A real person just a smile and they would
Melt into the world of abstraction and
Become the air we breathe the scent of  
Flowers and last year's spring
Leaves on trees, fruit in a basket or soil
Dark brown earth from where cabbage grows
And lambs jumping of joy among olive trees
You see them along the roadside not clearly
They are shy all you have to do is to smile
And the spring will be bountiful