When the night is thick and the wind is cold
and you sleep in your bed all alone
when your time has come
with the deepness of rem
that's when its time
to see them again.
Stir they do, ever so quietly,
some say they are ghosts,
but in reality,
they are just people, like you and me
who have lived on this earth as our family.
And fearing to disrupt,
the human side of thought,
they prefer the midnight hour,
when minds are not fought,
to visit to see,
those whom they've left behind,
faces in the window,
become affirmations sublime.
They have not gone far,
and they mean not to scare,
just like you they need to see,
those they've left in despair,
And if we could but look on,
with a glowing peaceful eye,
understandings of the night,
would no longer be awry.
We would see beyond our window,
those whom we love, yes are alive,
in paradise for now they stay,
until the time when we all arrive...
Author Notes
Contest Prompt: You're awoken from your midnight sleep in your favorite chair to your dog barking wildly in the living room. Pulling her outside you look out the window, only to see a face staring back at you. Whose is it? Why are they there? Be inspired
© Dixie Dawn Michelle, All rights reserved. September 21 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
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