Shades of the Past

Shades of the past Let not the shades of the past haunt the corporeal present, nor shape what might become; instead lay them to rest in some quiet grave, there to dissolve amongst the wriggling worms and grow a flower'd bush whose scent fills the air and invites in the future. Turn the inner voice to sweeter things, To possibility and the excitement of Novelty, with all its attendant fears Subdued by the eager inner tension Of anticipation, the alluring prospect Of love, fulfilment of suppressed dreams, The past but preparation for now.