Echoes...

(Another page from 'yesterday' - 2007... )

Dusky evenings and hazy noons

With moments spent in hasty care

Near-endless talks on nameless streets

Yet, words unspoken left behind somewhere.

Stray moments lost in time,

Where glances meet and silence reigns

Tangled thoughts that defeat reason

In empty promises and tired games.

And now the lonely winds that blow

Pass these aimless, vagabond minds

Which lie astray in the old grey streets

That echo with their worn out cries.

Time turns its back on time…

And leads to streets where Night never falls

To this day, these minds still wander

Mere crimson memories, stabbed by their own souls.