Serenading Spirits Poem by Marieta Maglas

We hold hands to form
a spiritual barrier,
seeking unity and
achieving our goals.

Whispering spirits serenade us.
We lift our open palms,
allowing our ideas to
flow through our wrists.

Our bones are filled with passion,
and our tongues are sighing.
Give shape to our ideas,
creating a whirlwind within.

As time and space mix,
seconds become uneven
in their junction.

The spirits continue to serenade us.

Poem by Marieta Maglas