I first saw an orb
in Wales,
dancing along a vine-covered wall
on the side of the gravel road.
Now I see them often,
floating amid the darkening skies
or scooting across the flagstones
at home in California.
Some say they are spirits
of departed loved ones
and it’s tempting to believe
this is true.
Who are you, orb?
Can you tell me?
Which of my missing loved ones
do you represent?
And can I reach out to you now
and touch you?
I like “it’s tempting to believe this is true”. My cynical self tells me they’re reflections of light, my other self appreciates the mystery. Well written, I can see the spirits of light floating in the sky
Thanks Susan! 🙂