Visions dance across my night,

And shadows fill the air.

Ghosts that flit just out of sight,

And watch from everywhere.


The night's a shroud,

That encloses me,

And presses down like a thick black cloud

With dreams that will not set me free.


I feel the touch of ghostly hands,

That gently stroke my hair.

Forms that glide across the land,

But are not really there.


I can feel the presence in my dreams

Of people gone before,

And they would let me in it seems,

If I could only find the door.


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cevance's picture

You have a wonderful way with

You have a wonderful way with words.

sweetwater's picture

Thankyou, that's really

Thankyou, that's really appreciated.