GHOSTS

The old picture album draws,
It beckons me to open,
Its pages filled with ghosts…
And forgotten memories.

I see faces young and old,
And they stare back at me,
And once again go walking…
Walking through my mind.

Closed vaults are heard to open
And old memories spring forth;
As the years go rolling back,
Each page brings the heart to tears.

My mind says to close the book,
But the heart’s mind won’t listen;
Shattered photos speak to me…
Don’t let your heart forget us.

Years go flying past my eyes,
And I blink to slow them down;
Where was I that I stayed blind
As father time went stealing?

My hands reach for the locket,
The one the album opened,
It warms the heart and breaks it
As ghosts haunt the halls once more.