Passages

Time​ ​creeps​ ​by​ ​in​ ​darkness 

Silently​ ​like​ ​a​ ​cat​ ​on​ ​the​ ​prowl. 

All​ ​i​ ​see​ ​now​ ​after​ ​its​ ​voracious 

​ ​appetite​ ​for​ ​life​ ​are​ ​​ ​ghost. 

Lichen​ ​covered​ ​houses 

From​ ​the​ ​burnt​ ​ashes​ ​of​ ​long​ ​ago. 

School​ ​steps​ ​in​ ​a​ ​small​ ​village. 

A​ ​boy​ ​jumping​ ​out​ ​to​ ​freedom 

for​ ​the​ ​holidays​ ​like​ ​a​ ​soul 

Jumping​ ​back​ ​to​ ​heaven.. 

I​ ​see​ ​another​ ​ghost  

a​ ​scruffy​ ​little​ ​boy 

Running​ ​free​ ​with​ ​an  

even​ ​scruffier​ ​little​ ​dog. 

But​ ​I​ ​think​ ​it​ ​is​ ​me