Spectral Pirouettes

by SiLeNtLy ScReAmInG   Feb 25, 2013


The memories- they dance,
always at a distance.
No longer bound
by corporeal obligations.
Free-
to elicit joy,
and evoke sorrow.
Accountable only to themselves.

More perfect in reminiscence
than when first born;
ever more agonizing
as time washes them away.
Ghosts-
of their former glory;
all that remains.

One day too,
their spectors-
will fade to nothing.
Lost;
to Father Time's
collection plate.
Where, ever after,
the memories dance.

Forever ghosts;
just out of reach.

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  • 5 years ago

    by silvertung69

    Vary nice! It envokes thoughts of todays political
    scene.lol

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