Lessons of History

While I stand upon these fog cloaked streets

My eyes fix themselves against the moon

And I hear the footsteps of lives gone past

Rattling against the darkened hills.

 

Shimmering lights that run and dance;

Ghosts so full of life.

Freed from all the worlds restraints;

Their second chance at life.

 

But by the time morning comes,

And the sun dominates the sky,

All the spirits stop and vanish

Right before my very eyes.

 

All the lessons that they whispered

The entire night they taught.

But blinded by the light of day

All their words I have forgot.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I like the ending.

[Ed Fagan]

There's something crisp about your writing that I can't seem to put my finger on but I do respect it and enjoy reading though.