On my solitary hikes
I am not alone
But walking with the dead
And talking to their ghosts
My mother and my father
And other kindly souls
Often walk beside me
On empty country roads
Listening to the wind
We talk in quiet tones
Or shake our heads in wonder
And ponder where time goes
I walk most every morning
With those whom I've loved most
My best and dear companions
Are disembodied souls
copyright Martha Maria