Golden Ghost

Golden ghost in a flaming robe
Hand outstretched to reach and probe
Images of a barren globe
Color of the sun's rays strobe

All around you flaming wisps
In your soul no life exists
Recede into the midnight mist
You'll never add me to your list

Maybe in a different space
Sometime when I've lost all grace
But never will I lose this race
While I can see that perfect place