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.”