Ghosts
Ghosts
Evildan, January 2009
don`t you sometimes curse the future
that turns today to rust
days to come that promise nothing
but a yearning for the lost
when I dream I almost feel it
the light of other days
wistful eyes cry for the moon
endless redshift through a haze
oh, so well done,
they`re here to stay,
cruel ghosts of yesterday
my gaze slowly turns away now
towards a bleak today
sense of loss still lingers on but
I won`t cry I`ll be okay
oh, so well done,
don`t go away,
sweet ghosts of yesterday