Written by: Jeff Bresee

Haunted feelings carried by
Wings of night as shadows fly 

Drip drop words from pages then
Feed the fire like oxygen

Muffled voices through the door
Phrases heard once long before

Rhythm opened eyes now see
Lost forgotten parts of me

Black on white then white again
Ghostly paths to where I’ve been

Keys then press themselves to say
Things I want to hide away

Lowered hands at last let go
Worried worlds lie far below

Rising vantage ever on 
Poem by poem and song by song

Dusted dancing leads to lead
Fast descent to slumber’s bed

Dawn of light and break of day
Melts the night mist fast away 

But drifting silent to the floor
Are pages…as they were before 

…Jeff Bresee