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~