when loved ones walk

[Jeannedarc]

When loved ones walk


Are we, the living
The only to brave
The living world?

Are we the living
Capable of seeing
A departed loving soul?

As I'm sitting
In the dead of night
Contemplating, thinking

In the barest of light
I am sitting at the table
Reading, drinking, thinking

Then, in the smoking room
The subtlest movement
Catches mine eye

Sitting on the settee
In the smoking room
A gossamer thin shadow

Is it a dearly departed spirit
A dearest friend, a loved one
saying one last final 'bye?

Or is it
Imagination
Playing with mine eye?

[Angelica]

Will we ever know? Interesting topic. Very good poem.

[PM]

'n Mooi gedig Natalie.  Dankie vir die deel.