Whispers Of Memories

Gentle touch,
Lucid dreams,
Remembered loves,
Forgotten screams,

Chorus of observers tapping their feet
Singing along to the same silent melody
Ghostly writers scrawling their prose
Puppets acting out a smoldering fantasy

Freedom of expression
A communal blaze
Alter of submission
Hard earned praise

Blood sweat and tears
From heart felt passion
Real desires and fears
Genuine reaction

The hand of the giver
Doles out to the soul
Sweet nourishing nectar
To our literary bowl.

Rejoined by the conductor
Who makes this a sauna
Our inebriator
The lovely Miss Fawna