Ghosts

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