~
The Hall of Silver
Ghosts ~
Down every darkened
corridor,
Down every shadowed
hall
Are silver ghosts of
memories
That come to make
their call.
Looming in the
passageways
And floating into view
Are phantoms from my
yesterdays,
Those that I once
knew…
And sometimes in the
parallel
A vagueness passes by
A mirrored image of
myself,
Who questions me with
"why?"
"Why so many vanished
dreams,
Why so much regret?
Of all the hearts that
you have loved,
Who can't you forget?"
And somewhere in the
darkness,
In the hall of silver
ghosts,
Emerges from that
corridor,
The heart that I loved
most…
Oh, if it were my
power
To love you but once
more,
Oh silver ghost… I'd
haunt you,
It's you… that I yearn
for!
~*~
Sharon Frye © 2005
Heroes of the Heart
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