Carrier: A Poem

Oh, the ghosts emerge, out
Preaching tonight
Going with, not going without
Hosts of slight sensory organs reaching for me
In greeting of screeching most gentle
I reciprocate freely
I walk with the parade until
We rest in the place our soul stayed
Where we bear our sleeping self
Ghosts come and go but never fade
Here, tonight, awake we delve
Into choice to offer
Hearing those with no voice,
Seen by them with no sight
And may the words of the preaching ghosts,
Breaching any barrier
And come to be a carrier
To you