March 21, 2014
Unseen
The low thundering
rumbles to the
North
Catching my attention
Because…
It is thunder that
isn't thunder
A ghost plane winging
its way to places
Unknown
Unseen contrails as
the rumblings continue
make me wonder
So like the unseen
rumblings in the
contrails of our lives
Reminding me of
the ghosts that
haunt my Soul
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
rumbles to the
North
Catching my attention
Because…
It is thunder that
isn't thunder
A ghost plane winging
its way to places
Unknown
Unseen contrails as
the rumblings continue
make me wonder
So like the unseen
rumblings in the
contrails of our lives
Reminding me of
the ghosts that
haunt my Soul
Copyright © 2014 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie