Musings...

Ghosts Of Times Past

A lingering touch
sending shivers
down the spine.
Awakened
in the middle of the night
by a weight,
lacking
the energy to breathe.
Shadows
in the corners
hidden faces
sad and wondering.
Voices and conversations
with those
long gone.
A dark place
with a light at the end,
beckoning,
calling in the eerie silence,
to join hands,
to let go
of what is
and let the
ghosts of times past
lead the way.