ECHOES

ECHOES

Echoes hollow to the touch

Barren walls

Ghosts passing silently through empty halls.

I gave them all away

The things that were mine

Now they live again in another space and time.

Just things they say.

Yet they were part of me.

My energy. my will. my personailty

Once reflelcted against yellow and aquamarine blue

Colors bright.

The dance of life.

And when you walk through these rooms

Don't you see me still.

Feel my spirit linger a while

Feel the soul I left behind

— Geremia, Jul 17, 2009

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Country/Region: USA

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Nordic cloud

16 years 10 months ago

Oh yes I think we/they will

We leave something of ourselves, even if it is not so visible, if not, our own memories, they must linger there, even if only in thought. I like the dance of life, that you can express it is wonderful, given all that happens in and around you now. Again we dance with you and dance the 'you' to the next place which will soon be enhanced by you and take on a new character, yours. I can see those ghosts of things, I can see them individually, chanting your poetry reflected off the window panes, and sounding from those colours that carry out your sky of thoughts, the yellow of the evening and the blue of new dawns. To pastures new, where you will sing your new poems and enhance yet another place with your poetic presence. Your Annuccia