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The Gathering Place

You slip through the room
Walking in your frozen moment of grace
Footsteps falling again in the hall
A translucent being leaving no trace

I wonder now what keeps you here
Are you just a memory locked in time?
Do others get a glimpse of your being
Or does it fall only onto these eyes of mine?

Are you a child replaying your day
Or are these the steps of a gent long ago?
You see I'm only trying to understand
And maybe someday I will come to know

Until then, you may walk as I sleep
You can cover me in blankets and touch my face
And when you're at peace I'm sure you will leave...
From this humbled hall of a gathering place

~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-01-03

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The Gathering Place