Poetry: The Dead Do Tell Tales

poetryThe Dead Do Tell Tales

The dead do tell tales.

Our beloved dead speak to us in codes.

In signs.

A flicker of light.

A soft whisper in the darkness.

They communicate in our dreams.

The dead always tell tales.

The dead are not just gone.

Erased from this life.

They lived just like us.

Much is still to be learned from them.

When we re-examine the past.

Where the once living had been.

What they had done.

Where they finally rest.

Exploring the past finds more questions than answers.

More folklore than fact.

The dead are always waiting.

To tell us their stories.

To sing their songs.

The dead will always speak to those who listen.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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