I gaze across the deep blue sea
And hear you calling out to me.
I look into the canyon's depth
And hear your voice come echo back.
It's in the rustling of the trees.
I heard it whistling in the leaves.
Resounding with the fires spark.
It's in the twilight after dark.
I close my eyes and listen close,
It swept right past me like a ghost.
You rant and gleam within my dreams.
One time I even heard you scream.
I hear you talking to me dear,
But the things you say are not so clear!
I'm trying to acknowledge you,
But if I don't understand
What am I to do?
The spirit's voice seems to be looking for it's soul mate and your talents as a medium seem to transcent all. Sometimes our own subconscious pick up on vibrations that we have no idea where they are origianating but still...they are there. Hope you make contact.
Fee
Reviewed by Sherry Layman (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2007
Eerie but beautiful, you continue to amaze me my dear friend.
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Theresa enjoyed reading "What am I to do"
Powerful, yet a soft and gentle read!
Thank you for sharing.
From the Heart of an Artist...
Eileen
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Regis
Eeriely beautiful. Almost like reaching for the impossible dream. Very well done my friend.
I understand this poem...
Hope you make the contact..
Fee