The Spirit World
Lo, all about
Now comes
With a sweeping rush--
Through the night tides chill
And the mornings dove trill
Saffron robes flowing at dusk!
Murmuring voices throng
Down a hallway long
In billowing gossimer glide
As stairways creak
And tapered walls speak
In a cryptic note
How they moan!
From marbled darkness
Rising souls flee
In a moment of glee
With Spirit wings—See them fly~
Through a numinous night
On an orange-tinged flight
From the lingering
Pull of the tomb.
Nahu Lanham
From my collection of Poems
Prisms
Copyright Circa 2007
