The room is dark.
I hear the midnight-knell,
And wonder for whom the bell tolls.
Things linger in old places,
Especially houses.
I can almost feel them,
The memories anchored to this place.
I needn’t be afraid,
You are here with me.
I’m curious.
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Exactly… :lol: ;)
Indeed! What is life without a bit of mystery? ^^
Well I have no idea why people in general are so horrified by the idea of souls/spirits. They cannot do harm to us because they are in another dimension, the immaterial one. Most of them as you say, are very peaceful.
I believe we have all a soul and that this material life is only a stage in our spiritual evolution. So by thinking this I am admitting as well that death does not really exist, that it is only a gate towards another dimension. There are maybe several lives that we have/had/will have, and there is a lesson we must learn.
Great poem. :)
Yes, it is. :) I saw her a lot more often in my teens, but she’s appearing more and more now after a long absence. I see her as a bit of a guide, perhaps even more than that. ^^
Thank you! Glad to hear it ^^
Absolutely beautiful. :)
Is is a friendly spirit the one in the poem? I love the poems you write, they are profound.
Not to say that your vocabulary is so beautiful, I always learn new English words from you. :D
Thank you, Paul!
So much said in so few words. Powerful. Thanks for sharing. Regards, Paul