Standing alone amongst
the whispering trees.
Silent musings, quiet steps,
Hush surrounds the grounds
The house in it's gloominess abounds,
with words afloat,
that full of treachery gloat.
A dark mist hovers ,
Shadows run and cower.
A pale figure walks inside,
It's time it bides.
To passers-by, a figment of imaginations.
Unseen, unheard of before,
Stirred up a few moons ago
Inmates resigned to their fates
Deaf to screeches that grate.
No one cares no more.
The silent soul,
On it's daily rounds.
Looking for something to be found,
A dear one gone astray,
Pounding on locked doors,
Through walls not there before,
Caught in a time warp.
Chasms it cannot cross,
A melancholy that grows,
With each new rainbow.
Flitting on tear-stained wings,
To it's existence ,
It tries hard some meaning to bring,
Wondering in screeches loud,
When it will be free and allowed,
To meet the dear soul lost.
Till then it walks
Shadows it stalks
The darkness baulks at it's approach.
A tale of betrayal and love.
Longing and not belonging,
to someone's soul.
A hopeless goal for the trapped soul,
Lost love that is there no more,
Defiant Time refuses to let go,
Many moons ago,
Time stood still for the lost soul
Helpless it walks ,
with Time jeering and chiding.
In the house with the dark mist blinding.
No more near to finding,
The loved soul, it's heart ,
through the ages been hiding.
