She Walks Through The Veils

A lyric for lovers of folk music

there's no need for shivers

there's no need for fear

her visit is friendly

she loves you my dear

when she crosses the centuries

to break through the veil

she does so with loving

though the telling seems stale

there's something about you

your spirit your face

that lends to her calling

though she leaves with no trace

her silence misleading

her aloofness not meant

for she died for her darling

and her death was well spent

so when you next see her

just ask for her name

so the spirits can guide you

and you'll know why she came

acknowledge you know her

and away she will go

though her memory will linger

yet her presence won't show

Reviews

[lightsong]

Definitely it flows like a song dear Chirs. a fairy? this is the first thing that comes to my mind, though she can be a muse, an ancient loving soul. Could it be even a truth or a revelation. Who cares when the result is sweet and gently loving as this :> there is a tender allure through your lines as we read.

"there's something about you
your spirit your face
that lends to her calling
though she leaves with no trace"

love these lines 💗

[Chris Shaw]

Dear lovely lightsong. This is about a haunting. A ghost of a departed soul who has lost her way. Pleased you enjoyed my lines and I so appreciate your visit.

Chris

[lightsong]

Oh! How sad she was... it seems she was searching for someone... who can feel her, nothing more...

Good Evening Beautiful Chris 🥰💓

[AYVID N]

Some good spirits touch those who they like, fleetingly and they can brush our thoughts or dreams. More often than not, they leave us with some kind of realization, a revelation, if we are insightful or perceptive enough. One has to be receptive to these good ghosts.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you DIVYA. I have never had a visitation myself, but a friend has. I would find the whole thing scary. This one appears to be a good spirit. Appreciate your thoughts and will pay you a visit soon.

Chris

[Paul Shannon]

Simultaneously chilling and heartwarming.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you for your review. Pleased to meet you on my page.

Chris

[Perdition]

Well, I immediately went to Barbara Allen though it makes no sense and every sense when you're heart is hooked into that old folk song and when you've heard every version from Baez to Blackmore's Night and still she doesn't make it on time...a very sentimental song for me so I'll leave it at that and thank you for taking me there this morning. Of course, then I saw the sweet Annabel Lee crossing that kingdom by the sea and decided my day was tossed so I am gathering the clothes and heading out for wine..If that was your aim you did quite well..lol. I will ask her name should I see her in route..Thank you, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

I like the journey you went on with my lyrical folk write. Enjoy the wine and I thank you for your visit.

Chris

[Lorry]

Oh, folk music! Must get my eyes tested.
Have an image of trying to give directions to a lost soul, wandering confused and unable to find the door marked exit.
But then I thought of a wider muse, as in not a writing muse,
But why would she visit when I'm not the darlin she misses? Hmm, I'll go for lost soul Chris, final answer 😀

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, it's a lost soul who needs to be redirected, so she gets peace. Thank you Lorry.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

This seems to me to be some kind of spirit, who appears as human and can be a bit intimidating to some, but who really has good intentions...some how she is attracted to this person and is told to acknowledge her and she will retreat. This flows so well; your choice of words is excellent, perfect for this very ethereal poem. You take care too, be safe, Betty

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Betty. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[Papaya]

This is beautiful Chris. Feels like an otherworldly presence and yet not at all eerie.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you kindly Ana.

Chris

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I saw this as the muse...the memory lingers, the presence will no longer show..when she is gone she is gone.
this reminded me of a Joan Baez song..."Long Black Veil"--

She walks these hills in a long black veil,
Visits my grave when the night winds wail,
Nobody knows, nobody sees,
Nobody knows, but me.

j.

[Chris Shaw]

Love that song Jacob. Thank you so much.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

I'm not sure if this is the green lady or a passing muse:? Not that it matters the rhythm and rhyme in this is lovely and I really like the melody flow:) I love folk tales especially when written as poetic songs there is something so old world about them. Christine the Bard!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Bunny. The green lady can get easily distracted like those butterflies in her garden. Strong muse hit her this morning like a bullet. Wrote it in ten minutes, a record for me. Everything is normally long and stretched out. Have a super day and thank you for checking in for lunch.

Chris