The ghosts of the past can haunt you
come to you from their dark continents
telling tales of cold cold winds
and the broken reality that time sends

All would like their time again
to try to amend for all their follies
but yet what truly is an err in error
is when there are many errors in time

Slender hands of want try to claim you
white smoke for limbs of wanting
just to touch life again
to know a beating heart again

To taste fruit again
to feel tears again
to hold those they miss
or maybe, just one more kiss

To share gardens in colour and not in pallid grey
to feel the sun upon their sullen brows
to be back home feeling earth ... on land
these poor inner phantoms that do fill our lands

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris