My piece of ghost for the haunting.
One second.
I see them,
the ladies and gentlemen in Victorian dress
but see them as something less than they are,it
looks like they're far way,and
not waiting in the waiting room for the 08.37 to ilfracombe.
They shimmer in the early sunlight as if they almost might vanish into the varnished panelling,
there's a sheen to them,a midnight gleam about them and the train rolls in.
Silently gliding,sliding in places on seats, vacant faces,vagrant looks,empty eyes on blank page books and,
can you see them?
I think they're waiting for Bethlehem or Jerusalem but as with all ghosts when
they reach the destination they are looking for,they look and are no more.