Drift Dreaming

Twilight of dreams

Deep recesses of the mind

Drift in a journey

To places never seen

The spirit faces

Of those never met

Eyes with stories

Never heard

The scent of unknown wine

Lingers gently

As dawn breaks

Ghost

You came again at the darkest hour

It has been so long

Foolishly I thought you had been banished

Are you beckoning me yet again

Even though I am bent from road weariness

The desire for journeys

Now just an old whisper in my soul

Despite this your voice

Still rings the bells in my mind
Trying to draw me back
With watery images of high times
A narrow vision of decades gone by
Hope comes at dawn
And a harsh light of reality
That will push your influence
Into the background  of the past
Where you belong