Spiritual

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

Ghost Whisperer