Within my mind sits a haunting vision,
One that mingles with countless dreams,
No matter how long I search inside,
There is little of nothing that is what it seems.
Ghostly voices are calling my name soft and low,
Memories flood in as if the dam has been burst,
Words like the story of the life that we lead,
Treading briskly but softy at first.
Now looking out as the colours abound,
I shout at the top of my voice,
As the breezes they blow like a whisper,
My echo returns as if it had no choice.
Now in the darkness of night as it falls,
The sweet silver tinkling of smiling stars,
And now and again as one falls from the sky,
We make a wish from where ever we are.
Clasped all so tightly in childlike hands,
The light that is life sends out it’s glow,
Radiating on all that may care to see,
Challenging all that we know.
The past and the future are one in the same,
Then the vision appears a familiar face,
Tell me your tales of the wonders you’ve seen,
As I sit all alone in this quiet place.
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