Do you remember?
The empty house
rooms full of
imprinted space
my space;
the glimmer of
blue light
as I faded into a
shimmering screen
out of sight...
Do you remember?
From across the worlds
had I reached out
lived a life
with you;
had been there
an invisible apparition
disappearing
when you
wanted it to….
Perhaps the walls
told you
my history
perhaps
my mystery
still haunts
your memory
perhaps the
mists part
sometimes
and you see
me beckoning
to you
through time...
Do you?
3 comments:
Beautiful, Pincushion!
Loved these lines:
Perhaps the walls
told you
my history
perhaps
my mystery
still haunts
your memory
perhaps the
mists part
sometimes
and you see
me beckoning
to you
through time...
Do you?
Hope to see more, some wonderful sketches too!
hey, that pesky pincushion sure does get around and always with such grace and style too. another fine poem.
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