Seeing it in things unseen
A hidden message glimmering
Filed between what is and was
Obscured in time, simply because?
Perhaps the truth I'll never know
Unless I ride the ebb and flow
My thoughts by night are often filled
With visions false as fair:
For in the past alone I build
My castles in the air.
I dwell not now on what may be:
Night shadows o'er the scene:
But still my fancy wanders free
Through that which might have been.