I was talking to the dead, just the other day, on my way home from town
Probably the best conversation in years,
There they were, in my memories.
Standing proud, smiling strong
I told them how they were missed, how they still manage to inspire from so far away into the dark
Some though, still my contempt runs deep for the sword like scar they have left as part of remembrance
These apparitions, they never spoke, they embellished reality,
For 10 whole minutes, that had the faint taint of an eternal whisper, it was for me a reality of subconscious yearning
The surreal was today
With the reason of today , I got to play
And as I knew that it was only going to end with an effervescent evolution into the here and now
I said goodnight, and I love you still,
Stay close to my heart, and always our time shall be forever real