W.Renee'
I await in darkness.
A small shiver of anticipation corses down my spine.
The person nearest me offers assurances that all is ready.
I close my eyes and the chants of a thousand ancients assail my mind.
A warm, soothing sensation envelopes my body not unlike the feel of a thick,
winter blanket on a chilled morn.
The reminiscent feel of friends long gone
becomes my one reality.
The light settles around me.
My eyes open to assess
the circle.
The time is now.
All thoughts pause, listening to the mantra of my
voice as I,
the Medium,
begin.
Another Poem.."The Spector"
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