Cycle of our times

Ghosts walk here

The light fades to dusk subtly
night taking its place amongst time and turning
smoke filled memories, burning
from the day entwined with life.
ghosts walk here.

Amongs the metal trees

Footsteps fall heavily towards home
leading souls to find thier place with length and loving
shimmer painted resolution, moving
from the noise embraced with thought,
amongs the metal trees.

We are all soon to embrace

If shadows greet us when we sigh
or hands draw us in with thanks and longing
bitter sweetened revolutions, forming
inbetween the needs and wants of a tomorrow
we are all soon to embrace.

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the cycle of our times