let me show you a ghost

let me show you a ghost, she saidshe took me outside and pointed to the starry sky the heavens are full of ghosts each star is a ghost, a million years old, a billion years old the light shows us what it once was, not what it is the moment the light leaves a star it becomes a ghost and no matter how lifelike it seems it only represents that star as it was on the way to what it was becoming many of those stars are long dead and the rest are no longer as they were an instant or an eon, it makes no difference dead is dead, past is past, a ghost is a ghost

let me show you a ghost, I said I took her inside and pointed to a mirror