Even the living could feel it.
The coming of the dead,
On the eve of eternal life.
Like two ghosts dancing in a haunted ballroom.
It cursed the horizon,
Shattering all the same.
Until the stars fell from the sky and littered the floor,
...With night-light.
After the suspension of disbelief is gone,
The dream is over,
And you’re still hung in the mist.
Laying witness to the song.
Any sudden movement,
Will cause the slightest tear in the fabric of time.
And you’re left breathless...
The sound is entrancing...
More than just soulless voices floating across the room.
When it was all said and done,
In the remnants of the celestial rain,
The air stilled around them,
And they faded from sight...
Spirits and cellestial flying is all a mystery man knows little or nothing about.You gave us a wow of a ride my dearest Mariah and it doesn't seem, at all, an adventure we should be frightened about.
Love,
Mom
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Love,
Mom
This is your best YET! Thought provoking, beautifully, hauntingly imaged, yes. Definately saving this one. Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your visuals are always so superb. A timely piece of work.
Fee