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 the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days

That we left behind.



Down the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of dreams

That we 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.



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 the ancient corridors

And through the gates of time

Run the ghosts of days

That we left behind