AuburnScribbler

The Loving Eight (The Kind Ghost)

I can see you, but you can’t see me,

I’m seeing you spin your revelry,

Although I’m not there to join your fun,

Hear my whispers from the Sun,

My body is gone and is now concealed

But, here in Heaven, I can reveal

In seeing you, I’m feeling proud,

Doing your good deeds, from this cloud.