Thurman P. Woodfork


Thurman P. Woodfork: Ghost LightDo the walls have ears?
Do they listen as the fears
come alive in the night?

Do the doors enclose
aromas filling the nose
from long ago fire-fights?

Do tear-filled eyes
watch heavy chests rise
in the dim, ghostly light?

Till the coming of day
chase the memories away,
sunbeams dancing bright?