Poetry: Voices Telling Stories

A frozen night
December grays and ice
A candle burns
Scrying ~ gazing ~ into flickering light 
The mystical visions dance in my sight
The wax drips unwillfully
The night demands attention
The poetry moves in notions
They speak 
Voices telling stories
Whispering ~ hear me
And I choose
I listen
A solid conduit
Of spirits that insist being heard
And in poetry they move
In verse their tales live
In sleep ~ I rest my head
The sun arises
Then, the ghosts go to bed

BJ

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