George Harrison Visited

George Harrison’s ghost came to me one night

sang a song with his guitar. I listened.

He became my God, my mentor, my reason.

His white robe windswept and crying

for a world gone wrong, a world going backwards.

He smiled at me and played another sad song.

“This is for you my friend, always has been.

Wrap your love around her and weep, sleep

now for all things must pass, so too will this life.”

2 comments

  1. Marron Santillan · May 23

    I will probably cry. Beautiful!

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  2. sdgrimes · May 23

    I cry each time I hear it. Thanks so much for reading.

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