12/27/13 January 27

Shadow People

Friday, December 27, 2013
6:32 AM

When the sun resigns to slumber
we meet again
to congregate like a Sunday morning funeral.
Begin the procession of downcast spirits
heads hung low.

Glide against the walls and ceiling
as they vacillate between the
3rd and 4th dimensions.

I see reverberations.

Last night there was a packed house;
no elbow room at all and
someone’s locked the door
this time.

One lonely heart arrives too late
both hands desperately cling the window in anguish
eyes straining to behold a work of God behind frosted glass
for hours before dissolving in harrowing deliquescence-
as if I could have saved anyone’s soul.

I feel this, inbox me because about the dimensions I have similar thoughts!

Powerful imagery. You are very talented.

Thank you. I am always terrified to put myself out there like that. It really means alot.