Sometimes in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath
   and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes
   stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden
   sweet.
Along the walls; in shadowed
   rafters
Moving like a thought through
   haunted atmospheres
Muted cries and echoed laughter
Banished dreams that never
   sank in sleep.
Lost in love and
Found in reason
Questions that the mind can find
   no answers for
Ghostly eyes
Conspire treason
As they gather just outside the door....
Every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure
   in the mystery
Death is there
To keep us honest
And constantly remind us
  we are free.
Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days
That we left behind.
Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of dreams
That we left behind.
Sometimes in the night I feel it
Near as my next breath
   and yet, untouchable
Silently the past comes
   stealing
Like the taste of some forbidden
   sweet.
Every ghost that calls upon us
Brings another measure
   in the mystery
Death is there
To keep us honest
And constantly remind us
  we are free.
Down the ancient corridors
And through the gates of time
Run the ghosts of days
That we left behind.