Like shadows in the moonlight
Or feathers in a nest
Like stars on a dark night
Or diamonds on her ivory chest
These things are settled, ment to be
You cannot change nor rid yourself thereof
They are still yet listless like a bird trying to get free
They whisper on the wind, their voices always soft
Such are the ghosts of my past
Not like misty beings but flesh and bone
Yet always here and gone so fast
That I know this world is not their home
They come when my mind us wondering
Or when I'm ill at ease
They always come when sounds arise of suffering
Or at the moment when they please
But unfriendly they are not
Nor are they unpleasant company
They walk with me on days that are hot
And when I'm lonely they talk to me in symphony
Like nightingales on summers eve
And tell me tales of times gone by
And how they measure time by trees
This was planted when born was I
They say in pleasant voices
And now it is a greater tree
And full of happy noises
And when they leave I still feel their company