the moonlight pushes darkened shadows
across the desert floor
making giants ten foot tall out of cactus
waving arms an all
if you listen you can hear in the wind
whispers of unspoken pain
where loneliness creep'ed into a heart
turning it cold
memories like demented little ghost's
with only time to kill eternally bored
they haunt ones soul playing "hide and seek"
with emotions once thought dead
just when you think your finally free
a love you swore you were over is resurrected once again
by shadows an wind
~ D Donner ~
Shadows and Wind
Ressurected memories - in the big woods of MO. Haunts and recollection are tied together like that. When I stand on the sands of Lakeside Park Beach in Port Huron, under the lighthouse and Blue Water Bridge, I remember my brother, Mike, the soldier-fisherman. Places have voices. Yeah. ~Stella
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