Ghosts Poem by DM W

What is a ghost:
A spirit free from mortal constraints?
A flash of light across the abyss?

Is it an emotion suspended in time?
Like a blurred photograph
Or an insect trapped in amber.

Is it a mere fable?
Or just pure fantasy born from
Our febrile imaginations?

Perhaps ghosts are memories
That cling to us; that we can never forget;
Like the voices & gestures of loved ones long gone.

Their place in sweet eternity,
Is guaranteed, as long as
We remember them.