Yesterday

A tide of Ghosts wail where I can hear Outside, in the night. It is my mind that keeps me awake Restless, thoughts of Yesterday. Like a dream itself, the day is remembered Fragments. (the Ghosts, like a whisper, as my mind screams) This is meant to be, This is meant to be, I, of course Want it to be. Stones hit my my glass window The heavy rain does adore the ghostly wind. I wonder also if They feel the same? Is it a foolish human Who lies awake? Even so, there is always Yesterday. (the rain and wind hush) Awake now Please 'reality', Let me have another day So I can know If she wants it to be...