Is it a shadow, from the corner of my eye?
That comes and goes, as time passes by?
Relaxed on a bench, at the end of the path
My phantom so tender of smile and laugh
He occasionally rises and walks towards my door
Then vanishes as he comes to the fore
But his voice always lingers.....my spectre remains
As he calls me from shadows.... and whispers..... my name
The part talking about your phantom so tender of smile and laugh....put a chill up my spine. I really twistedly DO so understand this. Wooooh! I liked the tense feel this had....the ending gave me solace as crazy as it may sound. This was very good Anita. I did enjoy myself in these words. Thanks...Teresa
Intuitively, I know I've lived many lifetimes, and none more interesting than the one I'm living now. However, being born an old soul somehow did not excuse me from the same job I share with you and that is learning to craft a positive attitude about
Our culture has taught us to believe in many ideas which aren't actually real. Exposing these illusions allows us to recover the power to live our lives according to our deepest desires.
Because we have an opportunity to choose our attitude and focus our intentions in the present moment, the world and our own personal lives are a reflection of our thoughts. It is our 360 degree review on how we think. Put simply, our job is to fully
Sheila
Peace and light, Dove ~
Fantastic job...
Trixie :)
I love the poem.
I wonder; does he water your garden?
yf tony
I loved it,
Reindeer
~Nikki~
Love
Tinka