The Sound of Bells

Mountains and Rivers 335

Ghosts don’t mind the sound of bells

reminding them of easier times, of joy

a church with a wedding, a ship guided

safely through the fog, along with wood creaking

brings a sense of hope. But some ghosts enjoy the grey,

waiting for a warm fire in an empty house

absorbing the silence, the lack of a body,

to care for. Most of them though, long for eyes,

real eyes, veins pumping real blood

so please don’t laugh at them when they search

for a body with a pulse, and for bells,

reminding them of easier times.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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