Thursday, August 15, 2013

Forgotten Memories

Turning, looking past the
Ghost in the mirror.
Light, flickering as the
Scent of flowers rose.
Cold, entering her bones and the
Hair on her arms stands on end.
Time, frozen seemingly
Forever as a dust mote hangs in the air.
Silence, envelopes the room while
Drowning out her fear.
Eyes, wide and calm while the young woman
Smiles in recognition of the apparition.
Withered, yellow, and boney fingers grasps
The young woman's hand.
Together, the two touch each other
In a forgotten embrace.
© 2011 By R. A. Barbere