Ghosts

My god, my Ghosts

A lifelong collector of Ghosts
I've got one for every alley
And one for every midnight
Every Ghost alive in its time

I've got little boy Ghosts
And prison shank Ghosts
I've got a Ghost in an ambulance
Or two or three maybe

I think I love them all
Even the sick strung out thieves,
The liars, the cheats,
The Ghost that shoots himself but never dies.

The ugly sinister silhouettes
I want to give them Love
Like I want to give Love
To every special child.

I've got Ghosts that make love
to a beautiful girl
Ghosts that stand on mountaintops
And Ghosts that fly maritime

These ghosts are light like air
Light like angels
They're quiet winds
They sun reflects in their eyes.

Those Ghosts are as real
As I ever was
Maybe you can't see them
But I know them all so well.

My Ghosts can cook
But they can't eat
My ghosts wear socks
But have bare feet

I believe in my Ghosts
And I believe in the Ether
And I believe in a god
God! My time, my Ghosts.

What friends I have
So many so far
And so relieved am I
That ne is still alive.