Ghost Whisperer

shadows move across my bedroom walls
gathering spirits
wood creaks with the weight of their souls
whispers and cold breath across my shoulders
as I partially awaken

we are so close 
so close to breaking the line between us
in the twilight of my years
I discover that the line is thin
the shadows are not from moonlight playing with the dark
and the whispers are not the imaginings of a fool

I do not fear this intimate quest
to cross that line 
and share the warmth of my living heart
come closer
I am your friend

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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