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