Spiritual

the slight movement of a Santa doll
in the corner of my eye
flickering light as I begin to doze
then a whisper or a sigh

a kitchen ceiling bulb cover
seven years without a peep
decides to loosen and shatter 
as I lay fast asleep

heard the voice of a young man ... Arthur
when I botched the last name on his stone 
'my name is not Stickler, it's Strickler!' 
he said in a mild mannered tone

He spoke once again a year later
during a recording session in my den
clearly said my name...'Thomas'
as he flew left to right
and back again

I notice them when they visit 
therein lay the key
they notice when I notice them
the grateful dead 
and me