Once regal.
Once opulent.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Beneath crystal chandeliers.
Now crumbling.
Soon to be dust.
Moments lost in time.
Never heard from again.
A place of desolation.
Stairs leading to nowhere.
For no one.
Give me your hands,
and I will speak to you
through the dead.
I will use their voices
and their memories.
Sit still and be quiet.
They will enter your bodies
and fill you with thoughts.
Thoughts of revenge
and plans for murder.
Enjoy the game.
The Dead love their games.
A beautiful couple.
Fun adventures.
Sad times.
Good memories.
Unhappy losses.
New house.
Children.
Grandchildren.
Parties.
Funerals.
Happy together in life.
Happy together in death.
ONE SONG
Sing me a love song.
Rhyme me a sad tale.
The woe of heartbroken lovers
whose tinny cries take to the air.
The needle rides the grooves.
Round in a circle, it goes.
No beginning or end.
Like a tear that refuses to fall.
A song without an end.
The melody echoes through eternity.
One jump and scratch at a time.
Secrets buried in the sand hold
hidden memories of lives gone by.
Unearthed remains tell a story.
Dug up pottery paint a picture.
Lives in the past merge with the future.
Differences become insignificant.
Time becomes transient.
The cycle begins again.
Days flow into weeks.
Weeks into years.
Years to centuries.
Centuries fly by.
Nothing is new.
The cycle continues.
Our past becomes our future.
Until the sands of time bury our existence.
Then our future becomes our past.
And the cycle begins again.
Why are we removed from nature?
The moon retreats.
The stars keep their distance.
Trees and grass hide from sight.
The ice caps recede daily.
Soon they will only be memories
Of better times lived in the past.
What will remain?
The destruction we have wrought.
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The waves cascade,
bringing their baggage to shore.
Debris of lives gone by
and places far away.
Seaweed tickles my toes.
Shells crunch beneath my heels.
A motley display of humanity
sprinkled through the pink sand.
Let’s walk the halls once more.
Give new life to the building.
Time to open the blinds.
Clean out the cobwebs.
Footsteps will ring on the stairs.
Echoes will sail through the rooms.
Laughter will light up the rooms
That time has left behind.
ONE SONG
Sing me a love song.
Rhyme me a sad tale.
The woe of heartbroken lovers
whose tinny cries take to the air.
The needle rides the grooves.
Round in a circle, it goes.
No beginning or end.
Like a tear that refuses to fall.
A song without an end.
The melody echoes through eternity.
One jump and scratch at a time.
Inside Edinburgh’s castle. Scotland || Personal photograph
A castle where spirits walk
Darkness hides in corners
Vintage fingerprints smudge the walls
Old fragrances float in the air
Shadows follow without footsteps
And sighs fill the empty spaces
