Talking of Ghosts and Angels

One I wrote many many years ago

Talking of ghosts and angels
Of memories I have,
And ones I dream to remember.
You are now a ghost in my head
A shadowy figure that connects
To words, your words, your laughter.
Other ghosts still haunt me, of a past that is still finishing in the present.

Where angels have grown their wings,
Halos shine so bright
Momentarily.
To show me past those which
shadow my future.

Those ghosts are ghosts of memory,
The faint shadowy figures of angels who once lit my way.
Yet their halos only shone for a small time
And now all I can do is talk
Of memories I have,
And ones I dream of remembering.