Seance For An E-Ghost
Here and then gone …
Errant misgivings …
Reaching for what was …
Realizing you’re gone and have left nothing …
I wonder now what happened …
Sighing, longing for the presence perhaps taken for granted …
Time passes obviously …
An ache bellows for words not yet read …
Yearning desperately for fragments of short-term memories …
Lord, I am dazed and confused …
Oh, how I miss you …
Return.
Wherever your are … I hope you are rusting in peace …
A personal note:
People drift in and out of our lives. Some make a sudden but lasting impression. They have their timing, as do we. We are all distracted by our daily passions, especially the creative, and so we take many things for granted, like time … like presence … even love.
It’s always unsettling when we look to connect … and those who touch us are gone … and we are left holding only a bag of questions, a confused psyche and a hole in our hearts … and worry.
Impractically speaking, art is an emotional expression of the soul; it is a form of grand communication. The artist spawns internal and external connection …sometimes even eternal connection. Fear, however, breeds self-repression and therefore must be reconciled as merely a motivator. It’s the same with love. Thus, if there is more to say, understanding to reach or encouragement required … then let the words ring.
Loitering Words 