Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Beauty disguised as decay
Gothic windows, painted by time
Kissed by autumns warm orange
Trees stripped of their summer leaves
Above the balcony
Behind dirty windows
Shadows linger, layers of time live together
Unaware of each other
Objects move by unseen hand
No one owns up to having touched
Late at night, whispered words of
are we haunted, touch the interior
Do ghosts live here?

©anitadawes 2020