Therapy Bits

In the hush of the twilight, whispers creep,

Beneath the old oak where secrets sleep.

Shadows waltz in the pale moon’s glow,

Tales of the lost and the undertow.

A flicker of candle, a chill in the air,

Footsteps echo, but none are there.

The portraits above with their knowing eyes,

Hold the laughter and lament of long-forgotten sighs.

Through the corridors of memory, specters glide,

Veils of the past where the echoes reside.

They dance on the brink of the worlds untold,

Fables wrapped in the mist, curious and bold.

In the heart of the night, as the clock strikes three,

The sigh of the ancients beckons to me.

A lover’s lament, a dreamer’s plight,

Ghosts of the heart in the dimming light.

A silvered touch that draws me near,

I hear their stories, their hopes, their fear.

With every flicker of the flame’s embrace,

I glimpse the phantoms of a forgotten place.

Through the rustling leaves, beneath the stars’ dome,

They rise in the glow, and I feel at home.

For each whispered secret, and each shadowy flight,

Reminds me that love can transcend the night.

So let the lights flicker and the winds softly moan,

In the realm of the ghostly, I’m never alone.

In every encounter, a thread gently spun,

With each haunting presence, a story begun.

Written in response to Sadje’s what do you see prompt!

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/10/21/what-do-you-see-259-21st-october-2024/