The floor stretches before me
black and white checkerboard tile
feet glide soundlessly
to the waltz in my head
My arms arched as if partnered
but empty
Silent
transparent forms
swirl around me
lost in the dance
Do they know I wonder
that they are behind the veil?
Perhaps it only matters
to me
left behind
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Are the living as phantasmal to the dead as they are to us? Time, I suppose will tell.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Christine Ray – dancing among ghosts
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Aw, this got me right in the heart! Beautiful stuff!!!
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Thank you so much Carol- so glad it spoke to you.
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You’re most welcome, and it did. It did!!!
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