Ok. Time to wierd out on you guys.

After reading Immrama's explanation of why spirits hang around and having to delve into my past experiences further than I wanted, I've realized that there is sometimes something we overlook when dealing with our "Guest". How do they feel?

I think that that is one of the things that scare me the most. Having seen them, been touched by them, heard them and spoke back to them, it is when they enter you and you learn of their sorrow, loneliness or hate. You feel what they feel. And it is very difiicult to deal with.

The emotions they instill in you are so strong that they are hard to put into words their intensity. Last night I became steadily more frustrated that I couldn't communicate these "Feelings". Then it came to me and I beg your forgiveness at my feeble attempt at poetry. I rarely write it, but it seemed to fit.

Inspired by Immrama's story of the man who left his wife behind:

With my feet well planted,  

An obstacle to all whose path crossed mine,    

I stood erect for all to see.      

Proud of what I had done with my time.

I have stood on solid ground.

My life became complete 

by sharing my love, my home, my world with you.

We laughed, wept, struggled and won.     

But after centuries together it ended to soon.

I promised to never leave you.

Since then I have watched you cry  

and you have felt my comforting chill in your sorrow.

Your laugh still brightens every room

And I wait anxiously for your tomorrow.

I was always with you.

I rejoiced in our reunion

while others mourned your passing into death.

But where have you gone, my Love?

My soul is still waiting for your warm breath.

I have never left you.

That which was our home 

I will keep from intruders and strangers.  

We built it and filled it with love.     

A lasting shrine to our endeavors.

I will never leave you.

It's dark and cold without you,   

feeling only fear from others of my prescence.

I love. I mourn. I long for us again.

Remembering the days of my essence.

take care

tla

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