They stand alone- stark and forgotten
Forlorn and sad and slowly fading
I am reminded of old times past
And of the memories that lie awaiting.
To search for, discover, and explore
Old SOLEMN RELICS such as these
Is like a soothing balm unto my soul
I am at rest-my soul’s appeased.
A revelation, then-an epiphany
I quite welcome these sensations
For I have known each old house
In lifetimes past-in old relations.
And as a siren, they beckon me
I’ve been lost too long at sea.
I ‘m welcomed home and would settle here
Where I belong-where I should be.
Julie, When I read Your Poem, I can see every Photo that is on the DVD you made. The ' Solemn Relics ' Video is Great, and the poem, just made it that much better. Please, Keep up your ' Art ' Your Poems, and Your Photos / Filmmaking. Your works of ' Art ' make this Old World, a much Better place to live, Thank You.
Another beautiful write, your words are very descriptive. 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Julie, Mark said it so well, you see everything in your mind.. the sign of a perfect write, beautiful my friend, just beautiful...10