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I Have Dreamed a Hundred Whispers (1970)

I have dreamed a hundred whispers
Whispered in the moonlit sky.
Some were soft while other
Were often loud.
Those scared me,
And I ran back to my dead mother's arms.
She always held me tight
And always will.
It's hard for some people to see a ghost.
And even if they do
They see only a ghost.
It's like looking at a burnt-out light bulb
And seeing only a burnt-out light bulb.
Only the filament is dead
As only the heart and lungs are dead.
I would like-someday-to grow a thousand feet tall
And look into Heaven and wave hello to mom.
But I'd never wave goodbye.
I did that once, and once is too many times.