Motifs-
Thoughts in the night
Of a cul-de-sac I'd have once called my wife
Is this how legends are born
Annoying persistent
Unwilling to die and be forgotten
This ground looks familiar-
A night town full of dead end streets
It's just a reflection of the same old show
Midnight movie running in my heart
The screen is the empty shadow world
Hinting at ghosts
Silent echoes in my head
Ghosts don't die but some fade with time
Like streetlamps fade at the end of the night
Just before dawn
Making room for new arrivals
Curtains flutter in the dark behind unlit windows
Pale flashes like faces when there's nothing there
Just dust and memories
Shells
Of stillborn infant dreams to keep me company
Over and over again
Some of them look like people I've known
Some of them look like me
Sorrow the trait that links them all
For things that had been or will not come to be
Rumor has it that ghosts can only hurt you
If you let them within
I suppose it's true
But we can't be strong all of the time
On dead nights like these something wells up inside
And I want to shout and wake the living because I know
All you'll ever offer me is dead ends and wrong turns
And I'd spit in your eye or insult you
If I thought it would make a difference
But all I can do is move on
And try never to look back on
Motifs-
Thoughts in the night
Of a cul-de-sac I'd have once called my life
Is this how legends are born
Annoying persistent
Unwilling to die and be forgotten
G.S., 6/12/91