' The Calling Poem by Linda Ori

She wanders among the ruins,
A ghostly figure from the past
Trapped withint the ancient walls
Of her once opulent existence;

A distant musical refrain
Echoes through crumbling passageways -
A vision of swirling dancers
Spinning around ornate pillars
Seeps through the veil of her dreams;

A glimpse into another lifetime
When riches dripped from her fingers,
Aristocracy and priviledge,
Wealth in abundance prevailed;

Now life among the ruins
Comes to haunt her dreams,
And bleeds into her waking thoughts
As ancient castles beckon through time's mist
Calling her back - calling her home.


11/07/2009