She wanders among the ruins,
A ghostly figure from the past
Trapped withint the ancient walls
Of her once opulent existence;
A distant musical refrain
Echoes through crumbling passageways -
A vision of swirling dancers
Spinning around ornate pillars
Seeps through the veil of her dreams;
A glimpse into another lifetime
When riches dripped from her fingers,
Aristocracy and priviledge,
Wealth in abundance prevailed;
Now life among the ruins
Comes to haunt her dreams,
And bleeds into her waking thoughts
As ancient castles beckon through time's mist
Calling her back - calling her home.
11/07/2009
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-calling-15/
