Where do passing memories fade,
Across bridges of darkness they take us
Amid ripples of water and the turbulence of storm,
They surrender us to the might.
The might of those lost and forgotten,
Of times unknown and unwanted,
They hurl us at the moss ridden gates
Creaking as the gates open, but one bit.
And that bit is enough, maybe more
To show the splendor and the decay
Tables of shining crystal and swamps for roads,
They stare at us, taunting and teasing.
Teasing for that flicker
That glimpse that brings remembrance,
They laugh as we suffer
Staring at what we hardly knew.
Knew, we did, those chapters of history
Faded, they died, in dust worn shelves
Ghosts they had become, those times of ours
Ghosts, they were as they haunted us. |
Submission Name: Finished Chapters
