In dark and silent reaches of the night
when embers of the day have burned to ash,
sad spirits rise.
Faint whispers of those times that long are gone
and echoes of the person I once was,
Unbidden, ghostly vapors of the soul,
bleak memories that force hot tears to flow
from sapphire eyes.
Must I relive anew the distant past,
recall events I thought were buried deep,
and hurtful lies?
In melancholy solitude I sit
and wait for sullen shades to slowly fade
and softly die.