I listened to the footsteps
that echoed behind.
Don’t look back
we haunt ourselves.
which raid our dreams.
and shapes of memory.
we must forget.
Those vanished hands
and curdled love.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive.”
I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is:
"If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy,
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you,
if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive".
~ Eleonora Duse ~
...my soul is definitely alive.
This entry was posted in love and poetry
and tagged dreams
. Bookmark the permalink
“We haunt ourselves”….so true. Love it!