floating
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?
waiting
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
memories
fading away as i slip
out the door
into sweet sunshine
the shadows are gone
