A Walk in Time

A walk from home,
A walk in time.
Winding Paths,
Traveled again and again.

Ancient steps,
Broken and crumbling,
Leading to an old place.
I've been here before.

Ruins and hidden passages,
Once filled with noise, movement.
A now empty monument.
I am the only one left.

Dusty windows pass me by,
On this lonely path.
The shadows fall on me.
I become shadow.

The journey fades
In time itself.
I am the ghost
That wanders these lands.

Memories arise,
In this dream.
The happiness, the sadness,
Engulf me.

Looking past the gates,
The boundaries of that realm.
Now overgrown with trees.
All is green.

This ground is abandoned,
Save for one soul.
I am there.
I always will be.

I go home,
But not in completeness,
Wandering spirit that I am.
I cross the bridge.

I arrive at the start,
The beginning.
I'll go there again,
And meet myself.

June 2009