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Spirits
The old clock in the room ticks softly
Mysteriously kept alive of its own accord
The creaks in the wall speak of something
That is neither here nor there
The ancient whispers of the house
Speak of the past
Things that were
Another lifetime
Souls left behind
Binded to the spirit of the house
Once their home
Kindness in their presence
Their aura is surreal
Calm and inviting
Invoking feelings of safety and warmth
Sharing something sacred
A house, now a home
Pride and joy
Felt by those of the past, of the present
Those yet to come
Tucked in bed at night
Warm and cosy
The spirits drift through the house
Brightness escapes them
Gliding down the passages
Protecting all
An old woman at the edge of your bed
Translucent but features well defined
Calmness enters the body
Reassuring you; telling you to lay your head back down
Was this a dream?
Do such things exist?
For they seemed so real in your mind
Who says it couldn’t be?
There is so much out there
For those open minded enough to see it
(2011)
