She wanders among the ruins,
A ghostly figure from the past
Trapped within the ancient walls
Of her once opulent existence;
A distant musical refrain
Echoes through crumbling passageways –
A vision of swirling dancers,
Spinning among ornate pillars,
Seeps through the veil of her dreams;
A glimpse of another lifetime
When riches dripped from her fingertips,
Aristocracy and privilege,
Wealth and abundance prevailed;
Now life among the ruins
Comes to haunt her dreams
And bleed into her waking thoughts,
As ancient castles beckon through time’s mist
Calling her back……..calling her home.
1/22/2010
