Earthly bodies now are mouldered - but their spirits will not die. Pirates guard their buried treasure, ghostly Injuns stalk their trails.
Shipwrecked sailors pace the beaches, ever watching for their sails.
Youthful men and fair-haired maiden can be seen in misty light. Haunted by the loves that failed them, sorrowing, they search by night. One day I happened on a ghost town, stopped awhile to look around, in hope, perhaps, to find a relic, if anything could still be found. Digging broken bricks and potsherds I found the trinket of a child. While I entertained sad daydreams, a dismal sky wept down its tears.