Florida's Foreverly Shores
Cinema Of Time
The wisp, the feeling,
the warmth of something,
and then she manifests~
Residual spirit in gentle haunt~
it's all I've ever known her by
comes and sits with me
Comforts in silence
holding my tears in gentle gather~
Shrouded in Victorian lace
so transparently woven
as if to give her an aura
that I could reach out and touch
I do not
for fear she will deliquesce~
Oh, lest you think not ...
she is real ...
Spirited from a time so very long ago
as to cause me to think
that her soul is endless ...
The Lady sits countenance with me
in the quietude of the night
When the osmosis is complete
she wisps through the wall
as though she ... and it, were not there~
She will return when she feels I have need ...
That time will come again ... and so will she
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~