making figures twist and shout on the ceiling dance floor
puppeteer yellow flames
that great oracle known as the whispering wind
makes his unmistakable presence known
silky shears dance softly in the midnight breeze
with an occasional high kick
restless souls relive past lives
vaguely opaque images move wall to wall
past darkened old oak tables and chairs
fate of deceased still uncertain
seance feelings coming on strong
begin with a moment of quiet meditation
the medium closes her eyes
falling into another world trance
communicating with those in the spirit world
crossing the bridge of death to speak
manifestations from mystical regions
spiritualism in full bloom
ectoplasm emanating eerily
spirit trumpets playing their new orleans voodoo songs
communiques from beyond the grave
dearly departed ones no longer inhabiting this world
...they are speaking to us
