Call of the Night

Wrapped in pure silk,
Fresh and cool on pale skin,
As the chill of the evening
Beckons you in.
Night gypsies call
‘For your pleasure or mine?’
They have the talent
If you have the time.
Crossed palms with silver,
Let the mind drift and go
To a land of Forever,
Where no-one will know
The secrets kept hidden
In the back of the mind
Now released into nothing
And left far behind.
Lured by the candlelight
Life floats gently away
To another world,
Where the true spirits play.
There’s peace in the stillness,
Is it real or a myth?
Step into the Afterlife
Via Death’s gentle kiss:
A call oh so softly,
Come back if you dare,
Or stay in the shadows
With the phantoms you find there.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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