Yesterday
A tide of Ghosts wail where I can hear
Outside, in the night.
It is my mind that keeps me awake
Restless, thoughts of Yesterday.
Like a dream itself, the day is remembered
Fragments.
(the Ghosts, like a whisper, as my mind screams)
This is meant to be,
This is meant to be,
I, of course
Want it to be.
Stones hit my my glass window
The heavy rain does adore the ghostly wind.
I wonder also if They feel the same?
Is it a foolish human
Who lies awake?
Even so, there is always
Yesterday.
(the rain and wind hush)
Awake now
Please 'reality',
Let me have another day
So I can know
If she wants it to be...
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