Shadows

 

Shadows come
each night to haunt me,
brings old memories
'round to taunt me
with the anguish
of an empty destiny
and fragments
of a shattered philosophy.

Now nothing at all remains
of our bright, glowing dreams,
the promises we made
but could not keep.

Wind blows dust in my face,
and twilight comes to embrace
my life and my reality,
the essence of my identity.
Night wraps velvet arms around me
in the dark hours of this dream.