SHADOWS FROM THE PAST

Written by: OUADIA EL GHAZI

Strident voices come to me
From all places,
From all times
To dwell in my head.
They are voices of the past that call upon me
Aloud,
Aloud,
Very aloud
To awaken the sleeping memories
To make them alive again
But,
Where is the past ?
Where is the good time I had ?
I looked for it
In old pictures,
In mirrors
Where are the people who used to be around ?
I looked for them
In all places,
Between the letters of their speech
In vain.
I walked down, all alone the narrow streets of life
Asking time to show me
Where the threads of the past exist ?
In green fields ?
In dark clouds ?
In the wise Sun ?
Or maybe within me ?
Yes,
It’s all in me
Just in me.
They are in my head
They are in my heart
They are in my veins
Everything leaves its eternal shadow
People,
Places,
Feelings,
Words,
Smiles,
Tears,
And later the waves bring them safe to me
Even thee,
Even me
In our turn will become a memory,
Faint shadows in the scheme of life
Life itself will turn into nothing but a memory,
A dark hollow in the vacuum of the universe
Either we accept it
Or not
This is an ancient tenet
And what gives beauty to our reality.