here is a haunting written in this place
Where spirits long ago were laid to rest.
Yet their footsteps throb within the breast
Of Heaven and stir the very blood of space
That holds the Sun and Moon still face to face.
No mother's song, once sung, is left unblessed
Nor father's tale, once told, left unimpressed
Neither Time nor Death can these erase.
I bid you, tarry not! And do not peek
Into the chambers where these spirits speak.
Close your ears! Lest you would hear the plight
These children breathe against the pane of night.
Who would dare into this most secret part
To spend one night within a poet's heart?