Time-Worn Dreams

Sunken thoughts
Of time-worn dreams
Are carried to me
From across the sea,
As gentle night
Calls out to me,
Whispering memories
Of time-worn dreams.

The Memory of a Dream

I see no evil,
Feel no evil,
Yet I walk alone,
Trapped in the darkness
Of eternal night.

I have no heart,
No soul,
No guiding light,
Yet I’m not evil,
I’m just lost,
All alone
In the shadow
Of my dreams.

I’m just a ghost,
A memory,
A footstep
Upon Time’s golden shores,
As I walk in the shadows,
Trapped in the memory
Of a distant dream.