Ghost Time the Fall
Floating slivers i see out the corner of my eye
Wandering memories folded in deep sighs
Distant ever present melody starts so splendid
A desire to remember a wish for it to be ended
Familiar scents masked in the dark
Populates the stillness and sets of an uneasy spark
it burns through my senses alive and so real
Nights spent in this distant dream land feels like a steal
I visit often on this long ago shore
A short floating walk and it is an open door
But now and then it gets distorted
The pact of sleep and wake to be transported
Faint voices repeated phrases again and again
Maybe a break through will soon begin
Can I rewrite the time in my past
To the ghost I have become
The question at last
Answer back is all I ask
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