For those of you who believe in or have actually had an up close and personal experience
with a ghostly figure, I hope you will appreciate this piece of poetry. I had such a sighting a
few years back when I was driving through the night to get to my destination. It was in a
town in Kentucky, a town name I can’t remember. The sighting haunts me to this very day,
not in a scary way but with sadness for the lady in white who wanders that road and
cemetery. Up till then I had never had a paranormal experience, however it made me a firm
believer from that night forward.
Lady In White
Why did she appear to
me in the early morning light
staring from a distance with her
reflection looking back at her.
I saw her through my looking glass
a floating spirit restless as
the night and grey shadows
of reflective sorrows and pain.
Her sad expressions so deep
her eyes as black as night
in a flowing gown of white
she appeared like a broken
timepiece stuck at midnight.
Was she a lost child of the past
speaking to me through closed lips
wanting to reach me somehow
and feel my eyes looking back
at her and be not fearful
but understand who she was.
Someone who once lived amongst
the living filled with dreams and
hopes and promises of loves expression
now she lingers for awhile in solitude
along the road of loneliness and despair
reaching out in some small way for someone
to stop awhile and not be frightened of her
presence there but instead look back and
touch her lost soul and light a little flame
of hope for her to return to the resting place.
In that private place of darkness and mold
amongst the dead who walk forever in
the mist and graveyards of lost souls.
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