Oh Fear the Ghost of the Past

Oh Fear The Ghost Of The Past ( A Sonnet ) Sweet the moon when clouds disguise your glare upon sister Earth But you haunt her like a phantom that never leaves her side A constant companion as both of you spin through space and time To wonder if the solar Sun feels the same ? Those circling planets that it holds within it's burning hands With gravities pull he holds so tight, to never loses her memories So it must be for parted lovers to Erasing such thoughts that cascade through the soul Like waterfalls in May, the spring of life, that brings forth rebirth Preparing souls for summers delights Through beauty unimaginable to human eyes Yet in solitude the ghost returns, just as in winter, stifling ones heart Sorrowful the lonely soul, breaking its spirit into fragments so small Groaning in cries of anguish and torment along life's rocky road Though long gone, the footsteps of you linger, to never depart The winds of change try blow to away those footsteps from once you stood Not to hear the tone of one's voice in starlings morning sonnet To flee like a fox to it's den in the darkness of crimson and scarlet But even in rest when eyes are weary and bones ache from strenuous strain The image of you remains oh so very real Where shall one hide from your haunting smile ? Shall it be in death or highest mountains in the sky ? Maybe the surface of the deepest ocean ? Why can you not stay imprisoned in the past, to free the future ? To look into the mirror, it is only you that the eyes behold Oh fear The ghost of the past! related link: http://thearyan.com/oh-fear-ghost-past-sonnet/#.Uw8zvvmeB3Y