he was but a ghost now -
a spirit - without color without life -
a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she, too,
had once been alive -
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love -
but that, with his absence,
she, now, like him,
was but a ghost...
[a re-post from my "words unspoken" blog - enjoy!]
8 comments:
Indeed.
(I reckon those wings will beat again though, reincarnated.) :¬)
xxx
you KNOW it, map!!! i can feel the rebirth of their flutterings even now! ;)
hugs!!!
Hi J
I feel sorry for anyone who has not known this at least once in their life.
~rick
Oh, this fills my heart with melancholy as I can so understand it...
xoxo
yes, as do i, rick, as do i - at LEAST once!
you and i seem to be traveling the same road these days, zuzana! lovely to have your company!!! ;)
Ah, well, this one speaks to me. Spirit contact - i.e., ghosts that travel among us, within us.
you know, trish, seems a lot of us have spirit contact on our minds of late for some reason - maybe the time of year or time of day or whatever - but -
and i do love the whole thing of our ghost friends traveling among us, within us - lovely to contemplate, isn't it!
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