Monday, June 21, 2010

Ghosts of Memories

at the edge of my vision
a shadow of nothing
at the same time fully real

in these dark halls
i hear your echo
from where have you come
and why here do you stay?

the fog begins to clear
ghosts of old memories
at the edge of my sight

footsteps echo
and i turn in fear
but it is only a memory
from a long ago night

ghosts of memories
telling me stories
of love and of hate
and the great glory days

fading away as i slip
out the door
into sweet sunshine
the shadows are gone


All the little lightning bugs
Flitting through the air
It looks like starlight dancing on the ground.
Sometimes I think I’ve
Caught a falling star
In the palm of my hand