Image:  We Heart It

Image: We Heart It

GHOST

Peacefully sleeping

Then…a voice whispers my name

Disturbing…must have been a dream

On the edge of sleep again…

A bit louder this time

A Ghost voice calling my name

Pre-dawn shadows creeping in

No one there

Yet, the voice

Is more and more

Persistent…

Insistent…

Louder…

Each time it calls my name

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry

Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.

As Ever, Annie

 

Quote of Today:

Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.   ~Isaac Asimov~

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