
The long watch of night
With the ever present past
Memories arriving
Like uninvited guests
Whispering to my weary mind
Without a moments rest
Replaying all the images
Of sorrow, remorse or loss
Making old emotions new
From the circling darkness there
Searching out the open wounds
That time never really heals
Gathering like actors
On a dimly lighted stage
The faces are all familiar
The lines never seem to change
Till one by one they take their leave and slowly fade away
Not to black, but only gray
With the coming light of day



