Where Spirits Intertwine

When life’s faint echo starts to wane,
And mortal eyes grow dim with strain,
The veil thins, a passage made,
Where spirits linger, unafraid.

The medium’s touch, a bridge between,
Two worlds entwined, a mystic scene.
Voices murmur, soft and low,
From realms unseen, emotions flow.

No final slumber, no earthly night,
The soul ascends, to pure, eternal light.
A different plane, a higher sphere,
Where loved ones watch, and hold us dear.

Though unseen threads may seem to sever,
Their love remains, a guiding tether.
In rustling leaves, a gentle breeze,
Whispers on the wind, their love appease.

Forces unseen, a cosmic hand,
Weave destiny across the land.
We are not lost, nor truly gone,
But ever flowing, a current on.

So grieve not long, for what may seem,
An empty space, a broken dream.
For life is endless, ever near,
In this vast song, the spirit’s sphere.

• Cameran Titheradge 2024 ©