Haunting Energies Poem by Rosi Caswell

The haunting images and memories of yesteryear, half forgotten, stir within my mind and soul. I hear the echoes of their laughter at play; their tears when time to rest for day, until the circle of experience turns again, awakening sunshine, shadows, and those mystical ethereal energy spaces and times, that never leave, but merely sleep within the circles of my mind, until the kaleidoscope reforms, and once more those childhood haunting memories subside, until the time to rise and be counted comes once more, ‘til then they slumber, and I still walk those levels in my mind and soul forever.