Sssssshhhhh,

Posted on January 13, 2011 by Boonwriter

Specter

Dust stilled over the memories

under echoes of laughter

 

their ghosts dancing

as maestro

scribbles in the rafters

 

mind resting on a pile high of

what was and what will stay

 

and ghoul hunters pale

turn tail

as pure love blinds their way.

 

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5 Responses

  1. Ebby, on January 16, 2011 at 2:23 pm said:

    *smiles*
    hear hear.
    (((you)))

    Reply
  2. Brad, on January 18, 2011 at 4:03 am said:

    touching. moving. pure.
    reSpect

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  3. peterandthehare, on January 18, 2011 at 5:31 pm said:

    This is great, yet understated, quiet and wonderful. Well done, Narnie.

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  4. tipota, on January 18, 2011 at 8:21 pm said:

    very beautifully said. brilliant even, and magical. the lights turned up on stage. (cheers/applause)

    Reply

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