Left Behind.

    Sometimes, in the night I feel it,

    near as my next breath.

And yet, untouchable.

Silently the past comes,

                        stealing, like the taste

of some forbidden sweet.

    Along the walls,

    in shadowed rafters.

    Moving like a thought

    through haunted atmospheres.

Muted cries and echoed laughter.

Banished dreams,

that never sank in sleep.

    Lost in love,

    and found in reason.

Questions that the mind can find,

no answers for.

    Ghostly eyes

    conspire treason

    as they gather just outside the door.

Every ghost that calls upon us.

Brings another measure

in the mystery.

    Death is there,

    to keep us honest.

    And constantly remind us

    we are free.

Down ancient corridors

and through the gates of time,

run the ghosts of days

that we left behind.